LifeSoFarLaRue

When you get to be my age (older than I wish I were) you get used to certain occurrences that seem to come with the territory like walking into a room and then asking yourself "Why did I come in here?"    Or standing in front of the wide open refrigerator and pondering "What am I looking for?" I can handle these momentary breaks with reality which may also include misplacing items and forgetting names of people you know or movies you've seen.  Thankfully the latter of these are usually temporary. The other day, a brief moment smacked me in the face (and I confess, made me laugh). One of my guilty pleasures is having breakfast (the most important meal of the day) at a local eatery.  I frequent "LuluB's" 4 or 5 times a week not only for the food, but for the conversation with Kim, a wai tress that works there and whom I consider a true friend.  I always arrive a half-hour or so before they are officially open so we can chat and exchange though...

When I was a child, like all other children, I loved the holidays...…..Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc.  But, (don't ask me why?) the month of February always had a special place in my heart.  Why?  When I was a child it had three holidays.....Lincoln's Birthday, Valentine's Day and Washington's Birthday.  For some unknown, some people in Washington D. C. decided that Lincoln and Washington could be lumped together and called President's Day.  And thus, today's children are missing out and only have two days instead of three. In my grade school, we celebrated them all.  Back then, It was customary to decorate the class room for the holidays  We were given black "construction" paper to make silhouettes of the two presidents which were adhered to the windows in the classroom.   Red construction paper was supplied for Valentine's we make our mothers and "girlfriends" (as well as assorted hearts to enhance those same windows).  Whi...