Can someone tell me why Memorial Day weekend is this weekend and not at the end of May? I am simply not ready to celebrate. Am still shaking off the long cold winter and lack of color. One of my red poppies came up yesterday. I was walking home from Scott's next door and saw this huge red dot in the middle of my garden. I had no idea what it was. I actually thought it was one of those shiny red stop signs on the back of a bike!
It's like I have to reinvent myself every morning. Does this ever happen to you? It's as if I've been so busy in the middle of the night, ostensibly sleeping, but maybe my spirit, unbeknownst to me, travels the cosmos, tiptoeing across the moon and the stars, inhaling fragrances unknown to us earthly creatures.
Woke up early so I could check online to see how my Guest Column looked in the Intelligencer. Unfortunately, they listed contents of the entire paper online except for the Guest Column so I'm now in negotiations to get it listed.
A Letter to the Editor appeared on the page next to mine. It was written by my former boss when I worked at a local day camp. I submitted a comment to his Letter. You can read it here.
I'd written a long newspaper article about him and his day camp - Willow Grove Day Camp - on Davisville Road for one of the local papers, either the Intell or the Public Spirit. I traced the history of Willow Grove and the ground the camp was built upon, the former Lichtenstein Family Dairy Restaurant and Summer Cabins for the heat-weary families from Philadelphia who trolleyed down to the farm.
What a great experience that was, writing the story and getting paid $27.50 for it.