This story is set after “Time To Say Goodbye” which I would post if I could find it….. :?
Master of the House.
“Welcome Monsieur, sit yourself down. 1,243 more words
I dreaded the mornings when my father drove my third grade carpool. Daddy, whose one-time party boy reputation was unknown to me at the time, insisted on listening to WEZI, the easy listening station that played nothing more radical than instrumental Perry Como covers. 1,348 more words
It’s a great pleasure to have Justine at my blog today. We could write a book on our shared tastes, and one of the greatest is our mutual love of British history and the stately castles, houses and homes that have harboured so much power-play, intrigue and passion over the centuries. 797 more words
At a party a few weeks ago a friend – a kind, mild-mannered, funny, interesting friend, asked me if I were going to start shopping at Walmart now that Walmart was going head-to-head with Whole Foods as a purveyor of organic produce. 1,599 more words