Today I meet my last class. That door jammed with balloons on the right is the entrance to my office. I'm going to miss these people.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April 28, 2009
One coffee was brewed a half hour before the picture was taken, the other is 24 hours old.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
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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