To continue with Nancy and Cheyenne’s excellent adventure to New York: as soon as we reached the outskirts of White Plains she began her mantra, “When can we go to a mall? When can we go to a mall?” Rather like when we three kids would torture my father while he drove us in the car, “Can we stop for Carvel? Can we stop for Carvel?” I suggested it might be nice to say hello to Nonna first and drop the dogs and cat off so they could use the facilities.
Great flowers are shooting up all over! I meant to get to the Hebrew Center’s second night Seder but couldn’t. However, Renae Brown and her girls, Cheyenne and Monique, had me over for a lovely Easter dinner the next day, with quite a few surprises. I can say no more.
I always watch the State of the Union address, whether or not the president was my candidate, I like to see how well it is delivered and how well it was written. I consider it the annual pep rally for the country. I thought last Tuesday night’s was great, but the real jewel in the crown was former Arizona congressman Gabby Giffords. It was heartwarming to see her there.
A great big Tisbury hello goes out to former resident Russell Snowden, who now resides in Northport, Fla. Russell called last week just to say how much he enjoys the Gazette and this column. We dished about mutual friends we had, apparently Buddy Healy was one of them. I forgot to ask Russell if he ever gets up this way. If you do, give me a call.
