Feb. 4, 2016

 

Dear Hildie:

 

How I dread reading the newspaper! One more obit I recognized. Hadn’t heard anything about this fellow for 60 years! A couple of years older than I was and a BAD dude—roamed the old neighborhood on his Schwinn Tiger with a pair of saddlebags each containing a BB pistol! Actually, he wasn’t that bad—Never did anything to me. I wonder what he made of his life? Obituary only gave his name, death date, age and arrangements.

 

Something is driving the children crazy. Pierre has been demanding entry into the space under the heating unit but when I let him in he doesn’t find anything. Then he races back and forth and into the backyard barking in his high pitched way while Squirrel punctuates it with a bass WOOF.  MM says she hears something big (coon sized) in the attic. Want to come relocate somebody to your yard?

 

My classmate who arranges all the reunions asked didn’t I want to come to this one—I would be the “star”. What hyperbole. As Groucho once said, somebody ought to vaccinate her with a polygraph needle! I told her reunions weren’t my thing.

 

Take care. Keep warm.

 

Love,

M