With apologies to Lee Meriweather, Miss America 1955 (whose story is here, whence I filched this image)*. Day one of sitting back and sipping a parasol’ed, coconut milk-infused beverage on a chaise lounge, lolling in the afterglow of making it into a Weblog Awards Finalist berth for Best New Blog,
We’re talking Chi-town, circa 1930. [Ooops! I stand/sit corrected! By my know-it-all brother-in-law! Ooo, it stings! Make that circa 1950s-60s.] The Weblog Awards are the world’s largest blog competition, with over a million votes cast in the last three years for nearly a thousand blogs. And yes, gentle reader, you
Our lucky darlin’ has two living grandfathers: my father, who lives nearby and who’s known as DadDad, and my beloved’s father, who lives far away in the Midwest, and is known as Grampy. He came to visit this past week, to the delight of all his grandkids. They love his