Remember before nineteen seventy two Olympic Games I was total skinny, I was small, very strong, they may be don&#39;t like to see a gymnastics like that. I don&#39;t know but, gymnastics, might. Nineteen seventy two supposed to be change somewhere.

Nothing beats a warm  greeting , a hug &  a cute smile from our grandkids!

I will not forget the instinctive wisdom of the friend who, every day for those first few weeks, brought me a quart container of scallion-and-ginger congee from Chinatown. Congee I could eat. Congee was all I could eat.

He was an Atlantean...older than dirt and dirt's great-grandfather.

Written By Sherrilyn Kenyon

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