Sounds like my Aunt Miriam. She cleaned a silver tea pot obsessively, using only ash from Icelandic volcanos. She swore she would invite Hitler's ghost to the next Passover Seder. Unfortunately she passed away before she could make that happen. Maybe the Ghost Seder will happen in the next world.
Man, you sure can write! Thank you.
It's my job.
Ha, ha, copiers jammed as she passed, again, your descriptions always make for delightful reading. Gracias!
One of the greatest love stories I’ve ever read. Peace and Love.
Sounds like my Aunt Miriam. She cleaned a silver tea pot obsessively, using only ash from Icelandic volcanos. She swore she would invite Hitler's ghost to the next Passover Seder. Unfortunately she passed away before she could make that happen. Maybe the Ghost Seder will happen in the next world.