More later

I'm thinking of my Mamaw Rose today because it's Mother's Day. She rarely remembers whom she's mothered, these days, but she's still kicking at, what, 98? As she would say, land alive! [Her strongest swear I ever heard was to call a misbehaving cousin a "little wart."]

She worked as a seamstress most of her life, after leaving the farm.

But I gotta hurry & squeeze out 26 more Quark pages if I'm gonna go see Jen & Ada at the Zinc Bar at 7:00.