Christmas memories, vol. 20
It's that time of year again. Time for you to learn more about how I ended up this way, how I've spent my Christmases lo, these last forty-odd years. This year I expect we'll have some sad ones - it's my first year with both my parents gone, and it's bound to make me kind of melancholy. Heck, I just started crying by the flatbread at Whole Foods because I used to buy it and bring it to my mom as a treat. But the thing is, the reason I miss my folks so much is because my life is filled with happy memories. They were people worth missing. I'm sitting in public right now, so I think we'll start off with something kind of innocuous. Public tearing-up garners worried glances, and I don't want to stress out that nice man at the next table who's selling Comcast subscriptions to unsuspecting callers who think he's in an office somewhere. (SECOND time I've see one of these guys out in a public place - last time it was in the waiting room at the tir...
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I might need a cold shower.
Paul + Joanne have a home near my mom's (Joanne grew up in Marietta); Paul has been spotted at Home Depot. Wouldn't that be the coolest?
Beth, Joanne Woodward's dress she made for the Oscars is in the Atlanta History Center collection. My friend Susan works there, and when she was the textile curator she took us on a private tour...it was one of my highlights. I mean, how many hoop skierts do you need to see?
Lu, if your friend lived by Paul, then she also lived by Martha. They were neighbors in CT. Talk about triple whammies.