I must go now; sleep overtakes me. But tonight, as four generations sat round a table at a neighborhood Italian restaurant in which the average age was Medicare, my littlest one discovered steamed artichokes and melted butter -"Excuse me," he said to our waiter, "I would like another artichoke."- and my oldest put on a "fancy dress" outfit and held my hand the whole evening.
My boys! What a lovely dinner- thank you, Mimi!