Gary Florreich, our beloved “flo-mop” (we called him that as children because we couldn’t pronounce Florreich) departed the world yesterday, and it was way too soon. The entire West Point High School Class of ‘65 will be grieving for a long, long time. ( Above from left Scott Murrah and Gary perform at one of our many class reunions.)
Erma Bombeck once said, “Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices,” she added. Man, I’m a believer.
Sometimes I want to kick myself. Today I got a chance to tour what I consider one of the most beautiful old homes in my hometown. I passed that house, what…maybe 6,000 times during my youth and 5,000 times since then. I never noticed the “for sale” sign in the yard if there ever was one.
I’m taking a break from my vegetarian soapbox to declare this week National Happiness Week. You’re the first to know, because I just dreamed it up about five minutes ago. But doesn’t this week seem l like the perfect time to celebrate happy times as families gather across the country for Thanksgiving.?
(But I will take this small commercial break to suggest that one of the reasons I’m so happy and optimistic is because I’m not eating Henny Penny or Bessie the Cow any longer.)
This is dedicated to all my friends out there who find themselves on the wrong side of age 50. We all get there eventually – if we’re lucky. Along with it comes the inevitable arthritic pain, (the result of inflammation cause by too many Dunkin Donuts), dangerously high blood pressure, off the chart cholesterol, diabetes, fibromyalgia and even cancer.