Ah. my chickens have come home to roost. I’ve been posting old pictures of people and letters about them and from them and stuff I didn’t even know – like Sherman’s first marriage. As I was typing about the snow and the driveway “stuckings”, Der Bingle found something on the floor under the dining room table. I had put away some tablecloths earlier this week. No, I am not fancy, but I get great tablecloths at Church Rummage Sales – some from the 40″s and 5o’s, some with embroidery.

I don’t know where the corner is of this article – somewhere gone with the dust to dust thing, no doubt.

I also don’t know what the adjective was in front of afterglow – a word that starts with “g”. But I am so betting it was golden because I was probably racing a deadline. Or could it have been glowing?

That reminds me. Once an editor remarked, “This needs an ending sentence. You know, the ones you do that sound so good and mean absolutely nothing.”