The other DrC has been down with sinusitis and bad spring allergies, I wish I could help her but there isn't a lot I can do. It is, by the way, the only excuse I can give for failing yesterday to note "Ode to Billie Joe" day. I had the best intentions which, as is often the case, turned out to be paving on that proverbial road to perdition.
Yesterday "was the third of June," here in the Rockies we didn't have a "sleepy, dusty Delta day." At this altitude, 1.2 miles high, it is still very much springtime - beautiful and green and tough on those of us with hay fever allergies.
I grew up in an extended family not unlike the one Bobbie Gentry sings about. A grandmother, five uncles and an aunt, plus their six spouses, and my 9 cousins.
In the early years we all lived in CA and holiday meals saw us kids eating at a separate table. The food was good - home-grown turkey - and the talk was loud and superficial.
A couple of uncles who were execs for the SoCal Royal Crown bottler would bring cases of product and we kids would guzzle the treat. If anyone had a private trauma nobody gave it much attention. Halcyon days to be sure, and now many decades gone.
