Kinfolks and neighbors threw an 80th anniversary reception for my Uncle Mort and Aunt Maude the other day.
It was a sunny afternoon of fretful breath-holding that violent springtime weather predicted would take a different route.
And it did.
No doubt Mort had a hand in preparing invitations. They stated “no gifts expected, unless from charitable hearts without any reservation.” (Yep, he arranged for these words to be in boldface type.)
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