She strutted to the kitchen. “Hi, Margie.” She reached for a mug from a shelf above the sink and wheeled back around. “You must be Emerald Malloy. I’m Barbara Jean Jenson, but everyone calls me Barbie.” Barbie looked to be about ten years younger than Margie. But unlike Margie, she wore lots of m...
The Community News section of The Enterprise was on the table, and I pulled it closer. A notation across the top of the front page encouraged folks to submit information regarding social events, group meetings, and other “happenings.” The first entry in “Social Events” rea...