Stray G. emailed me this article from the NYT about our old home town, Knoxville, TN–where Tom and I met, and where we lived for twenty-five years. I started to get homesick! But then our next door neighbors Emmy and John–the very ones who took us out last night for our birthdays–called us to come over to their back yard. John was barbecuing and they handed us each a plate. We think we'll stay where we are.
p.s. I'm holding a book on my head that Emmy's class made for her. It was printed by mypublisher.com
This new print-on-demand technology is fascinating to me. Below is a spread from her book. Each kid in her kindergarten class had a page with his photo, and each kid told what his favorite memory of kindergarten was.
6 comments:
Gee, this Knoxville place sounds great! How do I find it? >evil grin<
Thanks. If you moved back, I'd want to move back. And what would I do for a living?
Rah,rah,Knoxpatch!!
You have such a nice life and I LOVE
that bright blue house. I don't think there are a lot of those in Knoxville.
True; we painted ours pink when we lived there, and the neighbors didn't seem amused.
Knoxville sounds nice, but I think your current habitat has the edge.
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