Friday April 23, 2021 50 degrees—One of my odder days. Up at 6:40 a,m,, had my usual breakfast, made a month’s batch of steel-cut oats, then went online to write a portion of today’s diary entry when everything went crazy. Lost all of this year’s diary entries and most of last year’s. While trying to recover the entries, the computer produced machine-gun-like sounds and froze. Unable to shut down, I pulled the power cord out, then rebooted, crossed my fingers,
Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place