Some notes from our readers really hit home. A while back, a short letter from Ron “No Tow” Adams sent my mind careening down Memory Lane.
Husband Richard scurried over to the oven, peered in and then slumped his head against a nearby cabinet.
I don’t usually read or share e-mail chain letters. But this one could provide a filler for those dreaded conversational dead zones when you have a houseful of holiday company and, after two days together, no idea what to talk about.