Good Morning! I am writing this post on Wednesday because I know that this Thursday, my usual day for writing my blog, I will be otherwise engaged. I hope you had a lovely day with friends and family, and found ample reason to give thanks. And now the rush is on. I remember when the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve stretched on forever and now they fly by. That reminds me of a line from that song from Gigi; Maurice Chevalier sings, "Am I getting older?" And Hermione Gingold responds, "Oh, no, not you!" I'm probably dating myself just by mentioning that movie. Last month when we celebrated the life of our friend, Betty Van Zandt, I told this story to her many loving friends and family. We were at a party when Betty said to my husband, "Arthur, do you know of an escort service in San Francisco?" Arthur replied, "Uh, Betty...? What's going on?" She explained, "my daughter, Karen, is getting married in San Francisco an...
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