Thank you so much for the time and effort involved in orchestrating this wonderful story.

Yes, Yes! I do remember you and Robin working on the lyrics for that party — and I confess, I could NEVER have come up with anything nearly as good (or accurate).

However, there’s more to the story that now (IN RETROSPECT) I can laugh about. Since Norman was big in the stock market (as opposed to furnishing and decorating a 50 foot long living room/dining room), we used a spare bedroom as an office and the fifty-footer as our storage and shipping room (with four in help).

We lived in a fashionable area on the Main Line and had a huge circular driveway (which was picture perfect for UPS trucks to drive into and reverse with their back doors facing our front door). It was a set up made in heaven.

However, at one point our neighbors must have complained about the frequent daily deliveries and pickups. Quite by surprise, one day the township police tapped on our door and I went outside to speak with them.

Their message was friendly and brief: “It is against the law to run a business in this residential neighborhood and we are not asking you to respond — but IF YOU ARE, you have one week to cease and desist, or the Zoning Board will have to take action against you.”

Three days later our company signed a corporate lease with a major warehouse fifteen minutes away. Not as convenient — but going before committees is not my favorite pastime.

SO MUCH … FOR THE WAREHOUSE ON RIGHTERS MILL ROAD.

Hadn’t thought about it in years. Funny now but not so at the time our lovely police force came-a-calling!

Thanks, Larry. I needed a good laugh.

Cartons Here, Boxes There,
Can’t Sit Down there ain’t No Chair,
at the Warehouse on Righters Mill Road.

Great Artwork, Where You Sit,
8 by 10’s of Rose and Schmidt,
At the Warehouse on Righters Mill Road.

Thankfully for Judy, I don’t remember the rest–but knowing her, she will dig those lyrics out of one of those boxes in the attic!

Thanks for the kind plaudits. I remember you so well over the years and all you did for Philadelphia Bridge, serving in so many capacities. Mostly however, I recall all the fun and success you had working on the two amateur bridge shows my mom wrote (The Keystone Follies and the Colonial Capers) and the key roles in which you played — plus quite a few triumphs in the old days with mother, Joan Weinrott, Helen Smith and Barbara Brier. Believe me, you afforded my dad a lot of pride and pleasure as well!

Love,

Robin

You may not remember this, but I know you since 1972 (as a cute little active toddler in Penn Valley) at the time your mother asked me to be an official worker at The Omar Sharif Circus which was coming to town that year. I watched you grow up, graduate elementary, junior and senior high and eventually UVA — all the while forming a partnership with your mother in her spare time.
In fact, mother and I still laugh about the shock of winning the Women’s Pair in Portland in the early eighties (and not being prepared for the hot climate change) — so were ‘forced’ to go to I. Magnin a block away’ to buy something cooler to wear for each session. Expensive, but fun. The memories that blog brought back were very amusing.

As you know, though Bobby and Mom bypassed the last six Nationals, we agreed to play in The Women’s in Philadelphia this October when the WBF comes to town and I am looking forward to seeing them after two years.

With all this background having been told, I just wanted you to know what a charge I got from mother’s blog but also about your administrative gigs in your unit and district, the exciting Truscott columns she saved — and how proud your dad was of you in every way.

Love,

Aunt Jane

Your comments are forever thought-provoking and straight from the goodness of your heart.

Furthermore, your intent, although always taking a vicarious route and most humorous approach, undoubtedly gets your message across, with a deliberate view to poking fun at the perpetrators and trying to right the ship, but is no easy task.

It’s good to have a funny ally — in direct contrast to my shoot from the hip persona.

Cheers,

Judy

Since your last schizophrenic outburst to me (and especially Bobby) some months ago, we made a pact never to get involved with you or your theories, as we never know when you are going to go off the deep end.

Judy Kay-Wolff

I guess that is why people buy the National Enquirer.

My only comment is that you (and Judy in the previous post) deleted so many names that it is like reading a government document that has been redacted (love that word, not the process it represents) for the famed “national security.”

It would have been nice to (as you note) to get the whole truth, names, warts and all.

That said, both the writer’s letter and your reply were interesting reading.

It is amazing how two people can look at the same story and one sees heads, the other tails.

C