Dear Frank, Do you remember that party we went to where we played that “two truths and a lie” game? I threw in that in my 60’s I had lived in a pup tent on the beach for a short while,
Editor’s Note (Fall 2025): I first shared this story a few years back, but with autumn in the air, I couldn’t resist bringing it forward again. A little inspiration for crisp-air picnics, falling leaves, and the joy of gathering outdoors. ———————- Hey
Dear Frank, Boy, do I have a story to tell you! There we were, us two Texas girls, all gussied up. Bess and I both had slipped on pretty cotton maxi dresses, our summer slides, the requisite jewelry. These were, of course, all