40TH REUNION

FOR THOSE OF US WHO WEREN'T THERE/ or maybe for those who were (how big was the room and how many people were in it?) PLEASE SHARE SOMETHING ABOUT THE REUNION!
if you want to send photos not a thousand words send photos to e.chester69@gmail.com and i will put them up here for you since i am the "blogger" even tho this is open and 100 PEOPLE OR CATS ARE INVITED TO RESPOND. u have my girl scout's word of honor that i won't mess with your pix but will put 'em right up here. (i'm rebecca rosenbaum, & cannot tell a lie) ciao and MEOW and HAPPY 40TH---ALMOST 40 &1/2TH, EVERYBODY!!!

snow days

one snow day risa and i walked and walked and.....

adventures

58 years of thank yous/gratitude

dreaming of topics

which topics would you like to discuss?

here and now

at this moment it is time for a snack and the heart meds and some sleepy tea and the bed. i write from iowa city which is exactly a thousand miles west of the gw bridge. which is to say i am still in the same lattitude it's only the longitude that has changed. and i have the same attitude too. and you? hope you are in a good l/attitude.....

survivors

that put an XX here questionairre that michele sent out had survivors on it and i wrote OF WHAT. the word is used for many things: holocaust, sexual abuse.....cancer. heart disease. if we are alive we are all survivors, yes? i am, of: duck and cover, the war on drugs, the sexual revolution, the mccarthy era (which one rad farmer out here calls the truman era)(and note this is not in cronological order). my crazy family. a little heart disease. i mean a big heart with a little disease. measles, mumps, chickenpox, heartbreak, cat bites; sleeping in a hammock within hearing range of the contras shooting the sandanistas on the nicaragua/honduras border. the pull of the tides in the atlantic ocean and the pull of the chanel of the missouri river. hitchhiking alone. angels watched over me as i talked my way out of trouble. glory be! that i learned to talk before i had teeth. i am still talking. i love to talk and to listen. stories R us. i am the same as ever except i picked myself up by my bootstrap and put my foot in my mouth. it was quite a stretch but i felt that it was my responsibility to overcome the pain of shyness. hey enough about me! what's up with yo?