The reason that it has been difficult for me to join you here is because my Dave had framed the poem that I wrote so long ago called Witch for a Night. It's gone now.
I think most of us recall me last year in my Chinese silk pajamas, and I'll be wearing them again tonight when I go out to eat.
In the interim, I've had an extreme makeover.
Hope Ticomaya doesn't pop in and say, "When pigs fly"
First a photo of our oracle at Delphi.
Now, the new me.
Love to all of you here and those on the radio thread who have wished me happy birthday.
Back later to acknowledge each song and well wishes from each one of you delightful people.