Lost my Luck, but memory is sweet

Today I lost the streak of Luck which has orbited my life like a second moon for the last 10 years. (She had just finished doing my taxes, photo above. Bless her soul.)

My Lucky Dawg – who showed up on a cold winter night in 2007 – left us today, but she created hundreds of good memories and a warm feeling that will remain with me forever.  I think Teddy, Cajun and Tubby (my other meaningful departed furry friends were waiting to welcome her at the end of the “Rainbow Bridge” as she crossed over. Her human mother (me) could be heard in the background begging for her to come back. Continue reading

Here come the 70s

We’re really not turning 70, are we?  Certainly not.  We’re only 18 (with 52 years of experience).  Our classmate, Ruthie, ushers in the new decade with a cake for all 15 of us. 

The girls of the West Point High School of ’65 (at least the ones close or determined enough to come) celebrated their entry into another decade last week.  I would have posted sooner, but its taken me this long to recover.

I couldn’t help but recall our 16th birthday party when our parents got together to throw us a big dance at the Henry Clay Hotel – in the Safari Room.  We danced the nite away under the watchful eyes of our folks.  Continue reading