The good old national pastime. Baseball.
You know, where you root, root, root for the home team?
And eat, eat, eat ’til you’re as big as… well, Frank “The Big Hurt” Thomas.

This past Sunday, Jane, her husband Steve, my husband Barry and I went to a baseball game at Fenway Park in Boston. The day [...]

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Twitter? Tweet? Tweight? T-what?
Come on. I came of age in the 60’s. The only “tw…” I knew from that era was Twiggy.
OK. Maybe with my fishnet stockings, white go-go boots, mini-skirts and halter tops, Twiggy should have made more of an impact on me. But she didn’t.
It took [...]

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