[Warning: jumbo post alert. But this is about Julie Andrews, among other things, so I must be forgiven.] We are all of us preparing around the house for a very important family event later in the week. Thanksgiving? Naaaaaw. I mean, that’ll be wonderful, sitting around a long table with
The lil’ peanut followed in his sister’s footsteps yesterday at the Fourth of July BBQ chez DadDad’s retirement community, smiling brilliantly in the face of whosomever looked at him and charming ’em by the baker’s dozen. The ladies, they couldn’t get enough of him. He’s taking after his namesake, to
At our family’s dining room-away-from-home. There are two kinds of lovers of literature: those who savor every word and image, regarding characters like they were old friends and old enemies. Then there are the rank opportunists, shameless scavengers who traipse through Great Books with the sole intention of poaching a