Dears:
As a wise man once wrote, "to everything there is a season." Well, I've got mine.
Let me explain: one of my dear friends was fixated on Princess Diana. The stupidest Diana story would prompt her to plunk down $5 for a stupid magazine. She travelled to London just to see the Princess in a parade. She was hooked. My conclusion was: she is really batty.
Enter the baby wooley mammoth. Bursting on the world stage, frozen stiff as a board, the dear little creature was simply found by a reindeer herder! (Who knew there was such a thing as a reindeer herder!).
Of course,the baby wound up on the cover of National Geographic which I rushed out to plunk down $5 to acquire.
Well, my hat is off to them. I honestly think they could write a boring story about the end of the world. They have the touch. This was the most boring study of a fascinating subject that I can conceive of. Where do they recruit writers for National Geo? At Boring U?
I'm gonna tell you, if I'm ever that boring I want you all to embalm me; I won't deserve to keep going.
But I'm still fascinated by the baby mammoth. Sooooo cute.
I am the most fortunate of old women. After a lifetime spent in the press (and when I was fired, in Timeshare sales) I have created my own audience. I have three beautiful intelligent daughters. They have a total of 11 grandchildren of mine. I married John M Calhoun who has four sons. He has some 14 grandchildren whom I love. He even has a great-grandchild on the way. We are creating our own audience.Hooray.
