Date: Wed, 5 Jun
1996 02:00:10 -0500
Just returned from an auto trip with hubby to visit kids in Fort Walton Beach, Florida and Columbus, Texas. We drove through Nebraska, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, Florida, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, and Kansas. Don't think we'll do that anytime again soon.
Aside from family stuff, which no one wants to hear, here are some highlights: Having one hour in Biloxi and turning a $20 bill into $265 at the Isle of Capri . . . . watching in it's entirety (on a dare from my daughter) probably the worst movie I have ever seen: Ma and Pa Kettle in Waikiki . . . hearing accounts on the car radio of Bob Hope's 93rd birthday and how the audience all sang to him "Thanks for the Meeberies."
So I went to the Blue Moon today and tried to play ketchup but found myself skimming and skipping. It's just not the same. It's like trying to read the Sunday paper on Wednesday. It doesn't fly. But I see I missed an important contest, and I must belatedly supply the statistic that I have been married 48 years. One marriage. One man. I'm not bragging, understand, just reporting a statistic since lately the list has been big on that.
I have no stories to add involving either a groper or a gropee. And talk about class reunions! This month I am going to join friends at a really gross one: fifty years since our college graduation. Now this kind of get-together is not for sissies. See you around. - D. M.