Beau’s Legs at the Beach

Dear Readers, Call me crazy, maybe. But Beau’s legs were at the beach with us in Maine. “Oh, Gal,” you’re probably saying, “those could have been anyone’s dad’s legs.” No, I tell you. NO! My dad had very distinct legs. I’d know them anywhere. Oh-so white. Oh-so long and slender. Oh-such quirky gargantuan knees. Plus,…

In Praise of Napping

Dear Sleepyheads, Not only was my father Gator Man, but he also was King of the Nap. Beau could nap anywhere anytime. Even sometimes while driving a car–which terrified the heck out of us kids, and got us driving at a very early age. In fact, I drove long portions of trips to Virginia when…

It’s not Alzheimer’s, it’s pop culture overload

Dear Everyone, I find this comforting. Maybe much of my memory is wrapped up in song lyrics. My hard-drive is just full. Love, Muskrat Susie (and with lyrics like those taking up space in my head, no wonder it’s hard to remember where I put the car keys.)