Monthly Archives: June 1995

“We could come down with the van and help you move your stuff,” I offered. My son was moving from New Orleans where he had recently graduated from college to Austin, Texas for his first job. “I’ll keep that in … Continue reading →

The air conditioner was not working, when the game of musical beds began to the accompaniment of ceiling fans. Big Bear said, “My bunk bed is too hot. I’m sleeping on the couch.” He flopped under the fan for the … Continue reading →

I said, “Let’s walk around the block each morning.” She came into my bedroom next morning and said, “Okay, Mom, we’re going for a bike ride.” “Bike ride!? What am I going to ride?” My bike has needed fixing for … Continue reading →

All we did was cross the border into Canada and we were rich! The rate of exchange at the time we entered was $1.40 of Canadian to one American dollar. Not bad. Prices at the fast food franchises listed the … Continue reading →