Remember that beautiful weather a couple of weeks ago? Oh, it was truly glorious with the promise of spring to come. Well one day during that spell I was sitting on the front porch of my friend and neighbor, Anne, with some others while we rocked and talked and laughed and ate. From her perch on the ridge parallel to Military Road you can see straight to Alabama.
Oscar hype is a very big deal in many places. Not so much in Columbus, I suppose, since most of the Academy Award nominated films are not shown locally. We’ll probably catch them, after the fact, on HBO.
I’m not a certified empty nester. Having three kids in college who might return like bad nickels if this economy thing doesn’t turn around, makes me no more than an empty nester-in-training.
Sometimes my columns read like a catalog of events in The Golden Triangle. These are the you-had-to-be-there sort of occasions that mean little to those who did not attend. Maybe I sound like I’m bragging. But, a girl just can’t help it.
I got a little feedback from my last column, something that always perks me up, even if I have ruffled somebody’s feathers. This was the good kind, though, with a follow-up story I’d like to share about the postal service “way back when.” (In fact, several people phoned with something to say about the mail service, but we have to remember that in those days there was no competition with e-mail or cheap phone calls, and there were fewer of us.)
A Stone’s Throw