senior citizens

  • My People

    After a hectic few days of re-connecting with Bears training camp and Bourbonnais, Ill. (neither of which I can recommend),  and attending a Doobie Brothers concert where middle-aged white people attempted to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a honky tonk (not a pretty sight), I spoke this morning to a group my husband likes to call my “people.”

    He says this as a dig, of course, because after 18 years of marriage, compliments are viewed suspiciously by both of us.