“Sit down and wet your whistle.” What? What does that mean? A dry mouth and lips don’t whistle very well, so, this was a welcoming invitation, to come in, sit down, and have something to drink. I grew up hearing whistling. Dad didn’t whistle as much as Mom did. Dad sang a lot, but when […]
Dec 3, 2017
Sunday Coffee with Blanche
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My friend Carol sent an email this morning. On the subject line, she had written, Sunday Coffee with Blanche. It would be nice if she and I could sit down for coffee this morning–it would be nice if you and I could too. So, let’s pretend. This morning as I was checking through the news […]
