Beyond the Book
I do admire the
WWII generation. In general they seem to be made of sterner
stuff than generations since. This was brought home once again
last summer when we were in England to celebrate my father's 80th
birthday. On the day of the party guests, most considerably
older than him, arrived from far and wide, beetling along the narrow
country roads in their cars. It was tipping down with rain and
they had to park in a field next to the house. My finely tuned
suburban instincts at the ready, I waited outside with an umbrella
with the intention of offering a 'valet' parking service so people
wouldn't have to...














