When the ’55 aqua and white Chevy Bel-Aire pulled out onto the Avenue with its V-8 cranking out of its unforgettable, deep rumble, from its glass-pac dual mufflers, some took notice.
No doubt, most of our fathers searched, and then fought for what they wanted to do. If they’re doing what they are meant to do then they are blessed. If yours isn’t, you may want to look at him differently.
A Story Of Christmas Remembered By Jean McNeill De Hayes
It must have been 1931 or 32, because it was during the depression. I was only five or six, and we l... Read More...
The life I had envisioned for myself in Manhattan, Woody Allen’s New York or the one that Ralph Lauren had always promised me in his beautiful ads, never seemed to manifest itself.
People and holidays - small talk, big talk, no talk. How fortunate just to "be" with pleasantness. There is a time that opens a great door of warmth. Christmas.
