Vicki & Francine

Picking up the Pieces

2010-11-17T19:43:00.000-08:00

Francine, dear,

Here we go again, you and I are forced in the middle of a very sticky, messy situation! And it has to do with, of all things, DISHES!

Just got off the phone with Tina. Apparently Charlotte has yet to return the hostess set and the china service she borrowed for a dinner she gave. I didn't hear the specifics about the dinner or buffet, whatever it was. The story I got from Tina is that on last minute's notice, Charlotte's hubby asked her to host the company anniversary party because one of the partner's wives dropped out at the very last minute (the day before!)

Since Jay is a junior partner, he thought hosting the event might be a feather in his cap, so he volunteered Charlotte's services (she is a smart hostess after all) and their lovely home with that gorgeous golf course view. He came home from work that night and said, "Honey, there may be a Hawaii vacation or a new bauble or your finger if you can pull this one off for me." He then dropped the bomb that the party was for the very next night.

That's why Charlotte was in a panic when she rang Tina. Tina, of course obliged, and brought over the heirloom hostess and china set (from Les's mother's collection). Remember Tina doesn't entertain that much since Les retired from the Air Force and now has the office job. But, that's beside the point, the dishes were a family heirloom that Tina wanted to pass down to her daughter.

It's been two weeks plus since Jay and Charlotte's party, and Charlotte said she'd return everything to Tina the very next day.

Tina told me she suspected something happened and Charlotte may be afraid to fess up. Do you think the set was damaged? Broken? Destroyed? Why hasn't Charlotte returned anything, much less picked up the phone to call Tina to say thanks and explain the delay? I personally think Charlotte may be looking for replacement pieces if some things were damaged. Well good luck because the set is Meissen (from Les's mother's side of the family/the Germans), and I think she said it's circa 1800's?

So, dear, that's why I am contacting you. Tina knows that you and Charlotte are quite close. Could you do us all a favor and ring Charlotte, and in your gentle, caring, and sincere tone, inquire as to why the dishes have yet to be returned? Tina's a big girl, I'm sure she can handle any explanation, even if it might be unpleasant to hear.
You know Tina and Les, they're good, decent people, and they wouldn't let a broken set of china come between them and dear friends.

Frankly, I'm tired of walking on eggshells (broken bits of china?) when I'm around Tina and Charlotte. Let's get this mess swept up and tossed in the trash bin.

Yours,
Vicki

Get it Done

2010-11-14T10:34:00.000-08:00

Dearest Francine,

Sitting here at the dining room table enjoying my third cup of coffee and thinking about the fun time we gals had this weekend. Thanks so much, doll, for being my co-pilot (although you did have the jitters most of the time as Old Vic put the pedal on the Caddy to the metal most of the drive up). Was I better on the drive down? Had to be, that darn traffic! Where were all those people coming from and going to after all?

Judging from all those snapshots you took, I could tell you got the bug. You've already drawn up the home's blueprints in your mind, haven't you? What did you say to Jack upon your arrival home? What little hints did ya drop?

Oh, Francine, it would be marvelous if you could get Jack to give the okay to build your dream (modern ranch style)home! Those model homes we saw at the new development were to die for. All that Natural Light! And the furnishings selected by the designers. It was truly like walking into a dreamworld.

Maybe that's what it all was. Was it a dream? The architecture? The decor? The friendly and welcoming people? Those mountains? The sunsets? The clear blue sky? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't? Who wouldn't want to live in a dream world? Maybe for a weekend, a few months of the year?

I hope your dream comes true. Remember what we talked about on the drive home, don't overdo it with the superlatives, just be calm and rational, and reasonable when "discussing" the idea of a vacation home.

Reasons/Rationale: Tax Write-off, Clients & Partners' Get-a-Way Retreat, Golf Course, steps from the door, more restful time away with His beloved.

Jack enjoys the drive out to the desert, and of course the drive home. The list could go on, but always lead with the financial and business incentives. Jack is pragmatic after all, isn't that why you fell in love with him? His reasonable and rationale and Good Old Fashioned, get it done manner.

You know who else has that get it done manner about her? You! Whatever the task or the challenge (with a person, place, or thing), you do indeed, "Get it Done."

Thanks, gal for a fun weekend, now Get it Done! Tee Hee!

All in a Day's Work

2010-10-20T18:46:00.000-07:00

Dear Vicki,

I just returned home from school. I tell you my students are just giddy about this month's baking lesson. I am going to teach them how to bake pumpkin pies. That way a lot of the girls can pitch in and help for Thanksgiving next month. Next month! Can you believe how the year is flying by?

I have grading that I need to do. I left school about 3:15 pm because I wanted to do a bit of marketing. I went to the new supermarket in Huntington Gardens called "Whole Seasons Market". I don't quite understand their name but it is a lovely store. The fishmonger's fish looked delicious and fresh and everything was sparkling clean. I had a question about work, but I am not in the mood to think about that now.

I am glad that you picked up your medicine. The gal that works there is so professional. She goes to the same hair salon that I do, and my beautician said that she never even mentioned my mother-in-law's ordeal.

Enjoy your evening and remember you can only grade so many stenopads a night. Kick up your feet and relax a little. I better go because Jack will be home soon and I don't want him to see my grading papers.

Sincerely,
Your pal, Francine

Clever Clive?

2010-10-14T20:20:00.000-07:00

Dearest Francine,

What the devil is Clive up to lately? The diversions, the conspicuous absence in the teachers' lounge, and darting out of the teachers' parking lot SECONDS after the day's end school bell rings.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think he has something to HIDE! It's a shame really, to see Clive behave this way. It's almost if a big piece of him (his heart, personality, sense of humor) has gone away. Where to? Oh, about 45 miles south east of Washington Heights. I'd place good money on the bet that he'll transfer to Jefferson High next year.

Enough of Clive, this too shall pass.

On to bigger and better and brighter things. What's this I hear about your former student, Cyndi, I'm not sure her married name? I opened the paper this morning and saw a lovely full page spread featuring her winning Pillsbury bake-off recipe, gorgeous photos in her quaint cottage-like kitchen, and an endearing tribute to you, her favorite former home economics teacher, Mrs.Francine Maxwell! Do tell more about this sweet gal. I'd love to hear more, especially since this story has such a sunny and cheery and positive message about the importance of home economics in the public school system.

When you get a chance, give me a ring tomorrow. Better yet, swing by for a cup of coffee on your way to golf.

Take care,
Vicki

Be Too Large for Worry

2010-09-17T23:32:00.000-07:00

Dear Francine,

Some horrible news, and I hate to spring this on you, but you must know what just happened.

Just a few hours ago I had an after-school appointment at my facialist’s, and as I was grading shorthand notebooks, waiting for my appointment in the common waiting room, I was startled to receive a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was your sweetie, Jack. Apparently, he had an appointment with his allergist. We barely had time to exchange hello’s when he was called in. We never saw each other again that day because I was called in shortly thereafter.

To make a long story short, I stopped by the pharmacy on the way home to pick up a prescription, and I ran into your “dearly beloved” mother-in-law. I let it slip that I just ran into Jack as he was going into his allergist’s.

Well, I have seen the original version of Jekyll and Hyde starring Lon Chaney, but I have never in my life seen a more Jekyll and Hyde transformation than seeing Mrs. Maxwell go from a docile, placid, poised Republican chairwoman in a butter yellow knit suit to a raging, steaming, nostril-flaring madwoman. Francine, I kid you not, she flew INTO A RAGE!

I actually recoiled in fear.

The pharmacist literally ran from the dispensary and brought smelling salts because he thought Mrs. Maxwell, after her rage-fueled heaving, was going to faint. Francine, I can’t really recall what she was saying because it was just a stream of angry, nonsensical statements, interrupted by heavy breathing, inhaling and exhaling, and head shaking.

Your mother-in-law, in public, accused YOU of trying to KILL JACK!

The pharmacist, the elderly gentleman, temporarily filling in for Dr. Mills, escorted Mrs. Maxwell to the back office. He motioned for me to come with them. Mrs. Maxwell seemed to calm down, and then she began with the sobbing.

Mrs. Maxwell said that she was afraid that Jack’s long work hours, work-related stress, poor nutritional habits (from eating too much salty food at the club) combined with the filth and the dust in your home, were going to kill him. She blamed your going back to work for all the above, and said if Jack were to die, I would be complicit in his death. She would have you arrested and Jack’s partners charge you with his murder.

According to your mother-in-law, if Jack’s allergies go unchecked, he could stop breathing, collapse and fall into a coma and might never recover. Apparently, when he was a young boy, Jack’s allergies were so severe that he had to go into a sanatorium for a year? You never told me about that!

The pharmacist gave Mrs. Maxwell something (he winked at me as he handed her a Dixie cup). Within seconds, she became woozy, and reclined on the office sofa. He had her home phone number on file and was able to reach her girl. Racine is her name? She drove over and picked Mrs. Maxwell up and took her home. I am only telling you all this not to upset you, but so you will be prepared for Jack’s return home.

You know that Mrs. Maxwell’s accusations are ludicrous. You know that you keep a tidy and lovely home. What to do? Maybe nothing? Mrs. Maxwell’s pathetic display was just that. All who witnessed her theatrics just shook their heads in either disgust or pity. She truly looked like a madwoman. I’m truly sorry that you bear the brunt of her rage, misery, and frustration.

You will rise above this latest incident, my dear, as you always seem to do. I remember the words of your favorite creed. Once again, you will,

“Be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy permit the presence of trouble.”

The Ghost and Mrs. Maxwell

2010-09-10T18:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Mrs. Maxwell,

Where in the world has Clive been lately? I'm beginning to think he was just a figment of our imagination!

Does he still work at Washington Heights, or has he transferred to Jefferson High (to be closer to his new lady?)

Either way, I have to say I am a bit disappointed, but hey, we always knew he had a propensity for falling hard and fast, right?

Now, regarding tomorrow. I heard all about Marti's request, and I will pitch in to help her. If you can swing by, that would be great. Would Jack mind? If you're not able to lend a hand, just let me know and I will call in some of the other troops. Yes, I know, I have to learn how to say no. I have the bridge tournament on my plate and the last thing I needed to do was to co-host the Las Mananitas Fall Fancy.

Poor Marti, what in the world was she doing riding a unicycle? I bet it has something to do with that nutty son-in-law of hers! I hear a sprained ankle hurts a great deal more than a broken one.

So, what are your weekend plans? Is Jack home yet from his business trip? Hope he brings you back something yummy or expensive or BOTH! You are so good at dropping hints. That is one thing you and Mrs. Maxwell have in common. The subtleties of suggestion. You'll have to show off any little trinkets you get at bridge.

Ta ta for now. See you in the teachers' lounge tomorrow?

Vicki

Entanglements & Temptations

2010-09-05T10:05:00.000-07:00

Sitting here, at the dining room table listening to Buddy Rich, when I received your note (letter!)

Dearest Vicki,

It is so lovely of you to write me a note. I do appreciate the written note in these fast moving technological times. That new fangled telephone is useful but I don’t always believe that one’s privacy is protected. It does seem that some of those operator girls don’t switch out so quickly. Also, you know that our two telephones are located in the kitchen and Jack’s office. And when Jack is working in his office or resting on the weekend, he doesn’t always like to hear giggling and our school talk.

I have already noted in my calendar that you will need my silver tea and coffee set. I will drop it by next Saturday before I go to the beauty salon. Will that work for you? Let us hope that my mother-in-law doesn’t drop by for coffee this week like she is sometimes fond of doing.

She will wonder why the set is not “in it’s usual place,” as she likes to say. I can grant you this, she is very observant! I am certain that I will hear that I haven’t hosted anything in sometime since I have been working. Of course, when I explain that you will need it to host the bridge tournament, she will remind me that it has been some time since I have hosted anything. That being a career gal, homemaker and wife isn’t worthwhile as some facet usually “suffers”. Oh, dear, I shouldn’t be complaining. She is who she is.

I don’t know what to make of Clive. His sudden rush, quite frankly, doesn’t sit too well with many of his friends. Stanley even made a comment to Jack at the Country Club this morning. After a round of golf they sat on the terrace to have a “victory” highball, and Bill said that he was perplexed. Personally, any woman who would allow a man to live at her home, may have not heard the expression, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.”

Next Saturday we are hosting Jack’s law partner, Irvine and his wife, Ruth, are coming for cocktails and dinner. Here is my dinner menu:

Relish Tray, Roast Prime Ribs of Beef, Parsley Buttered Potatoes, Italian Broccoli, Hot Dinner Rolls and French Silk Chocolate Puffs

Does this sound tempting to you? I only ask because Ruth is used to her cook’s food. I don’t know how that woman has found such good and talented help. Her cook was enrolled in a culinary school on the East Coast before she picked up and moved to sunny Southern California.

Let me know if you have any suggestions. I thought about making your Lemon Chiffon Cake that you always dazzle us with when we meet for bridge at your house.

Fondly,

Francine

Where Have You Been?

2010-09-04T11:07:00.000-07:00

The most common question I've heard lately. You should know by now that during the school year I. AM. SWAMPED! During summertime, I. AM. NOT! Therefore, I get or have little or no time to write to you, my dearest Francine.

We continue to chat on the telephone, however. I do enjoy hearing that little giggle in your voice when you speak of Jack and his latest shenanigans or heroic golf games or courtroom battles. The gush of enthusiasm you have found again for your career--- Washington Height's beloved Home Economics teacher--- has renewed you, and I do look forward to seeing you every morning in the teachers' lounge.

Now, down to business. What do you make of Clive and his sudden rush to become engaged to this lady friend of his? I am suspicious.

It has been five weeks since I have seen him at the club, in town, or at the Las Mananitas work parties. He was so fond of our company once upon a time. What gives?

I will call you this weekend as I have a need for your silver tea and coffee set. Yes, I am hosting the bridge tournament in two weeks. Bill and Kathy had to leave town to take care of his mother. She broke her hip, and they are taking care of business at her ladies' boutique in Pallmetto Sands.

Apparently the mother has let her home and business go to seed and Bill and Kathy have to go in and clean house, literally and figuratively. I heard the mother has a drinking problem. It wouldn't surprise me a bit because of Bill, and well, you know.

That is all for now, m'dear. I'll give you a ring later on today.

Ciao!
Vicki

Mid-week Wrap Up

2010-03-17T20:23:00.000-07:00

Spring break is approaching, Francine! I know Jack will be busy with his new client. So, what's it going to be for your week off? Nesting, a short jaunt to Palm Springs, lazy days at the club, or some leisurely gardening? Whatever you plan, or don't plan for that matter, enjoy your week off. You have earned a week of r & r!

I have created a list of projects to keep me busy. Yes, I know, I am supposed to be r & r'in as well. But you know me, I enjoy keeping busy. Lou will be in Chicago working on Mitzi's taxes. Yes, she has gotten herself into ANOTHER mess with the IRS, and of course, Lou is coming to her rescue AGAIN.

He only does it for the kids. He's so attached to his niece and nephew. Doesn't want them to be the recipients of Mitzi's problems, especially if the feds are involved. What can I do? I just don't get involved. It isn't worth my time, and it's none of my business. That's fine with me.

What is my business however is what's happening at the club with Jean Boyer. Reg called me an hour ago, and told me he was called in for an informal investigation. Reg, being the smart cookie he is, called his brother-in-law, Edward Hanson, the attorney, just as a consultation, and Edward showed up with Reg to the meeting, and guess who there with Mr. Peterson, Jean Boyer!

When Jean saw Reg with Edward, she froze. Edward threatened to sue the club and Jean for defamation of character, and Mr. Peterson said, "Oh, no, no, Mr. Hanson, our intentions are not to accuse Mr. Harrington of misappropriation of funds, not at all."

As you know, Reg and Shirley kept meticulous books, so the accusations are all without merit. Reg said if Mr. Peterson did not ban Jean from the club and any events, he would sue the club, Mr. Peterson himself and Jean. Long story short, Jean is gone, again, and this time, if she sets one foot back in Washington Heights, there will be a subpoena waiting for her when she returns.

How long did she last this time? One week? I hear she's leaving on her broomstick tomorrow and headed for god knows where. Ahhhhhhhhh! We can breathe freely now knowing that ding dong, the witch is gone, not dead, just gone, which is fine by me.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, a new boutique is opening up right next door to Carriage Manor Travel! In the shop window is a freshly painted sign that read, "Cruise wear coming soon." What a coincidence. We'll have to head over there soon to do some damage to Jack's wallet to get you prepared for your summer trip. How are your travel plans coming along? A trans-atlantic cruise! What a glorious time you will have, and m'dear, of all people, you deserve it.

You don't need to ask, I will definitely plan the Bon Voyage party. You know it's what I enjoy doing. Just tell me the date and time and your preferred locale, and it's all set.

See you tomorrow for coffee? We'll have some laughs in the teacher's lounge before our day begins. Hope Jerry's there to stir things up. His little quips today were priceless. Mum's the word. Would Jack be a little jealous hearing about the flattering comments you've received?

That Witch Jean's on Her Broomstick Again

2010-03-05T19:05:00.001-08:00

Francine, watch out! That witch, Jean Boyer, is on her broomstick again, and this time hell hath no fury like a deposed guildwoman scorned.

Just got a call from Tina and she said she saw Jean at Faber's Office Supply. Apparently Jean is picking out invitations for the spring gala, and yes, Ronny put JEAN IN CHARGE!

Phone calls have been made, letters of, shall we say, dismissal have been sent out and Jean is running the show single-handedly. Tina overheard Jean flaunting to the salesgirl that, "Amateur hour is over because Jean Boyer is back in town."

Reg and Shirley have been kicked off the committee. Fundraising has grounded to a halt, AND the venue has changed! A new band has been hired, a new caterer, you name it. It's not the same gala because it's got Jean's dirty, filthy, and conniving fingerprints all over it.

I don't know about you, but I'm through with the club. Once they put Ronny in charge, I knew this kind of thing would happen. What shall we do? Start our own club?

Let's get together over coffee to discuss strategy.

Fondly,
Vicki

The nerve!

Good Things Happen in Threes?

2009-10-31T10:01:00.000-07:00

Dearest Tina,

Let's change that old expression into a positive one, shall we?

Let's also count our blessings. All is well with Francine and she and Jack will be touring the Betty Crocker kitchens in November (remember, sssh!).

Now I hear that Lou's darling niece, Helen, will be working at Bonwit Teller (in Lou's hometown, Chicago). Helen has dreamed of working at the Michigan Avenue store since she was a little girl when Uncle Lou would take her there for her annual shopping spree!

"Do not let her get away," Store Manager, Mr. Davenport warmly advised Personnel Secretary, Miss Eunice after Helen left her interview to sit in the office and fill in additional paperwork. She was hired within minutes!

Helen began her training in both the junior's and women's departments. She told Lou that Miss Eunice said Mr. Davenport has already commented on how poised and professional she appeared to be on the sales floor and that he remarked that he has "high hopes for this young lady."

So, now that good news happens in threes, what's next? Do let me know if you have any good cheer to share!

Yours truly,
Vicki

All is Well

2009-10-24T08:11:00.000-07:00

No need to worry. All is well with Francine. Yes, the sisters at St. Luke's and Dr. Robert Chisholm took fabulous care of our gal. Nothing was broken, just a little bruised. Nothing that a little ice pack and a gin and tonic couldn't cure! And yes, she was back at work the next day.

Francine knew she would get quite a bit of teasing from the girls. She is, after all, know as being on the excessive end of safety-conscious, okay to the extreme. All the girls said, "Mrs. Maxwell, the very first thing you taught us in Home Economics I is to turn the handle of a pot or pan into the middle of the stovetop!" (And she left her's dangling out on the edge of the right-front burner!) The girl's teased lovingly because they adore her so.

Apparently while demonstrating a technique, Francine swept lightly by the stove, and the cast iron-skillet's handle caught onto her apron's pocket and got knocked off the stove and landed on Francine's right foot. That's how it all happened.

Enough of that story. Even though all the teasing was in love, Francine is a little "sore" about what happened because after all, she is a perfectionist, and wanted everything to run smoothly during her first year back at Washington Heights. Remember how nervous she was prior to her return?

Let's all put this behind us and carry on. Do me a favor, and do not bring this incident up when you see Francine at the bridge tournament next weekend. Let us just focus on the positive whilst there.

For example, did you know that Jack is treating Francine to a tour of the Betty Crocker kitchens in Minneapolis next month? Yes, for Thanksgiving break, Francine and Jack are traveling to Minnesota. First they'll visit Francine's Aunt Marie, who lives nearby (they'll be celebrating Thanksgiving there), then the kitchens.

Jack has arranged a special tour for Francine. Sssh. She does not know. Normally, around the holidays, the kitchens are closed, but Jack (his firm represents General Mills) managed to set up the tour.

He also requested the ktchen manager to invite the Home Economics teachers from the local high school area to attend, so that Francine would not feel lonely or odd on the tour. It would be much more fun to share the experience with a group of gals who have the passion and excitement for cooking and baking and organizing and cleaning, just like Francine. And who knows Francine better than Jack (well and little old me). Isn't Jack thoughtful?

Girls, thank you so much for your concern. You are all such special ladies. What would one do without friends? I remember a quote another dear friend once said to me, "Friends are the family you choose for yourself."

Take Care, Francine

2009-10-22T22:10:00.001-07:00

Dearest Lois and Evelyn,

Oh, dear! Just heard from Vicki. Francine dropped a cast iron skillet on her foot during Home Ec class today! Smart girl that she is, she knew exactly what to do (first-aid wise). Jack was contacted by the principal's secretary and he FLEW over to Washington Heights. She was taken to St. Luke's in the afternoon.

I have not had an update, as of yet, but I do hope she is on the road to recovery and stays off her feet. Knowing Francine, however, once she left the hospital, she probably wanted to rush back to school to work on her lesson plans and get the kitchens set up for the next day.

Do call me if you hear from Vicki.

Yours truly,

Tina

Back-to-School Buzz

2009-09-24T17:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Lois,

Saw Vicki at the Y. She was just exiting the steam room. We had a chat, and yes, talked about Francine.

Tomorrow is Francine's first Back-to-School Night and our gal is a little bit nervous. Of course she wants everything to go smooth as silk.

Vicki reported Francine stayed in her kitchens until 6 PM tonight organizing her pantry and setting out ingredients for the kids to make her famous coffee cake to serve to the parents.

Tomorrow morning, she's heading out to the flower mart (yes, in DOWNTOWN) to pick up fresh-cut flowers for her floral arranging unit in Home Ec IV. Their arrangements will adorn the auditorium stage for the PTA meeting and each table in her classroom will feature a student's arrangement. I can't wait to pop in her room to see what's she's done. She's really going all out. I can't wait to see what she'll wear!

Washington Heights is so fortunate to have our favorite home economics teacher back on their illustrious staff.

Take care,
Evelyn

Back to School Dos & Don'ts

2009-09-20T17:26:00.000-07:00

Francine, we are almost at the month anniversary marker, so can we laugh about the don'ts yet?
Sure hope we can, doll. If we "don't" have a sense of humor in our occupations, we will not last for very long, my longtime and very dear gal pal!
Do's:
1. Arrive on time, early for that matter. This gives us plenty of time to get our coffee in the teacher's lounge, have a nice chat, and stroll to our classrooms in a leisurely manner and look forward to our fruitful day ahead.

2. Accessorize smartly. Jewelry, such as bangles, are a no-no. They get in the way of our typing, writings notes and signing passes, and all the wonderful duties of a home economics teacher.

3. Set the tone at the very beginning of the school year. First, firm, fair, and then friendly.

4. Friday Get-togethers. The end of the week is a joyous time. Why not celebrate two "Jobs Well Done" by a visit to the local sewing/arts & crafts store and a coffee shop afterwards!

5. Menu plan. Wake up a wee bit later on Saturday (Sleeping in for us now means 7 AM). Get out your favorite cookbooks and steno pad, and plan your menus for the school week. Make your grocery list, shop early (market, butchers, pharmacy) because Jack will be home from golf around 2 PM.

Don'ts

1. Wear anything colored cream. Oh, my dear Francine. The wool blend suit was gorgeous indeed. But after first period, you knew your dry cleaning bills were going to skyrocket after going back to the classroom. Navy blue, burgundy, forest green, chocolate brown, are perhaps better color choices.

2. Put off for tomorrow what can be done today. Francine, take advantage of your preparation period. Leave your nights and weekends free to fuss over and pamper Jack. He won't tell you he feels neglected, but the dig about the tuna casserole speaks volumes.

3. Make the tuna casserole again for quite a long time (See #2).

Cocktails Poolside (Before Back to Work)

2009-09-20T17:16:00.000-07:00

Vicki, dear, I am sorry that we were cut off on the telephone earlier today. I imagine that one of the bellhops brought you a phone poolside because you probably had a long distance phone call from Lou. Is he still in the midwest? The poor fellow must be dying from the oppressive humidity.

I am trying to relax. I just visited your place in the desert (virtually.) It looks like a very luxurious and relaxing spot. I hope you and the gals are getting a lot of fresh air and rest. I know that you will be refreshed and ready to run your annual "Business Workshop" for those lucky devils at "our" school, (my new school), Washington Heights High next week.

Jack has promised me a dinner and dance at the club on Saturday night. I am just finishing up a new dress that I started last month. I have got to get up to speed with my sewing now that I am going back into the classroom. I truly can't wait.

I do think also that Jack is going to appreciate me just a tad bit more when he finds that I am not home every minute of the day and so available.

Well, doll, think about me during your next cocktail poolside, Yours truly, Francine

Should We Let Her Know?

2008-11-22T19:44:00.001-08:00

Dearest Gloria,

Such sad news!

Lois was walking on Rutherford Street (on her way to the butcher's) and she said she saw Jack's car in front of the lounge. While in the butcher's, she saw Jack and what seemed to be a lady client(?) walk by, giggling and smiling, head into Carriage Manor Travel. Since she had to wait for Max to cut her roast and wrap up her rather large order (it is fall, after all), she witnessed Jack and this lady emerge from the travel agency; he was beaming like a kid on Christmas day.

Lois saw the two walk into the lounge. She had more shopping to do on Rutherford, (the pharmacy, Milton's, and Katz's) and decided to have Max hold her order. After shopping, she returned to the butcher's to pick up her order. She pulled her car in front of the shop, and when she passed by the lounge, Jack's car was still there! Three hours later!

What do you make of this? Should Lois have a chat with Francine or better yet, Vicki? You know when I suspected Clem of being unfaithful, I wish someone would have let me know. Little did I know he was carrying on with one of his nurses. I always thought all the girls in his office were so common!

Fondly,

Evelyn

Not to Worry

2008-10-19T11:26:00.000-07:00

Darling, thank you so much for your thoughtful telegram. You needn't rush home so soon. Lou seems to be out of the woods.

How do I know? He perks up every time one of those pretty nurses pop into his room. He's all smiles, full of jokes and laughs when they are around just fussing over him.

Last night, he asked me to bring him his dop kit from home, and right before the nurses came in with his shots and what have you, he asked me for his comb to tidy up his hair. Now if those are not signs of his road to recovery, I don't know what are. You know Lou has always been a ladies man!

God love him, he'll never change, but I think this heart attack (mild or not) and what happened afterwards (which could have killed him) may be a wake up call.

Again, you needn't rush home, but I guess you are on your way. I will be at the hospital in the morning and afternoon, and then home for a few hours, and then back until visiting hours are over at 7 PM.

All my love,
Vicki

2008-10-19T11:09:00.000-07:00

WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM

MAR 15 AM 7 41

QA04

LA 11E = ST LOUIS MO 29 634A

VICKI DEVEREAUX=

ST. MARTIN'S BY THE SEA HOSPITAL, ATHERTON STREET, CALIF

ARRIVE 8:30 PM SATURDAY SEE YOU AT HOSPITAL BE STRONG

FRANCINE

7:45

I am so Worried

2008-10-19T10:43:00.000-07:00

Vicki, dear,

I am so sorry to hear about Lou. He is in my prayers. It must have been horrible for you darling, to see him in one of the god-awful intensive care rooms. All that modern equipment!
Know that he is in good hands at St. Martins by the Sea. There are quite a few excellent physicians there. Do you remember Ted and Midge? You met them at the St. Martin's by the Sea Annual Golf Fundraiser at the Seabreeze Country Club. Well, he is the Chief of Staff of Surgery. If you would like I can have Jack call him and call you. Let me know, dear.

It must be so very difficult for you. I am certain that Lou knows that you are by his side. You are his pillar (even though we know how Lou puts on otherwise). Be strong. He will need you now and for some time to come.

I am planning on catching the first train early tomorrow. It will put me in Los Angeles by late early morning on Sunday. I will rush to be by your side as any good and loyal friend would do.
Just wanted to let you know that I received your letter. I believe in letting bygones be bygones. Please excuse me if I failed to let you know that I will always be there for you as a friend.
I have been rather occupied with my self and my husband. I am growing weary of him, his assistant and my failing confidence as a woman and wife.

I am sorry that I am continuing on about me. Nevermind about me. I just wanted you to know that I will be there.

I hate to even mention this, but is Lou's Mom there at the hospital yet? You will need your circle of close friends around that woman.

I will thinking about you and Lou as my train speeds through the desert.

Yours truly,
Francine

Life is so Short

2008-10-16T20:08:00.000-07:00

Darling, Lou's in the hospital in critical condition. He had a mild heart attack last night, but apparently, during the episode, he got up from his desk (as he was so disoriented), fell and hit his head on the corner of his desk, and cracked his head open.

The night janitor found him at midnight (thank god!) apparently just a few minutes after he fell, and called for an ambulance, which rushed him to Saint Marten's by the Sea. I don't know what he was doing at the office at midnight, but that's another issue entirely.

He is now in ICU under one of those horrid plastic tents with tubes all over him. I, of course, will ask for a leave so I can be with him. I saw him early this morning, but he was so bandaged and medicated, he didn't even know who I was.

Francine, please keep Lou in your prayers. He is not even close to being out of the woods yet. Dr. Palmer puts on a strong and confident facade, but I know, he is deeply concerned.

Excuse me if my updates are far and few between. It is 8 AM now and I haven't slept yet. I'll try and catch a few winks in the lounge.

Please say a prayer and light a candle for Lou.

Yours,
Vicki

Forgive Me, My Dearest Friend

2008-10-14T20:28:00.000-07:00

Dearest Francine,

Please accept my sincere apologies for my horrid and selfish behavior this past weekend. They say, "You always hurt the one you love," and this axiom could apply to how I treated you, and of course, how Lou has been treating me lately. I did not mean to take my shock, anger, and frustration with Lou out on you. What makes me even more regretful and upset with myself is that you were so looking forward to our little getaway after having a difficult two months with Jack.

It does not matter if you or Jack relayed to Lou my intentions to purchase the Palm Canyon Estates garden home. If you did indeed divulge to Jack this information, I completely understand. It would be presumptuous of me to believe that you keep secrets from Jack. I know your marriage is a strong one, and it is your wifely obligation to be open and honest with him. You should keep no secrets from each other.

There's no secrets about Lou, I know Lou like a book. I know his tactics, how strong his drive is (that is why he is an excellent businessman), and when he has a goal, a deal he wants to close, or information he needs to have, he'll do what he has to do to "get the job done." Lou is so wrapped up in getting the job done, in making and closing the deal, that sometimes he forgets (consciously or unconsciously) who he might be offending or hurting.

Lou's job was to put me in my place, to keep me in my box, and he succeeded when he outbid me on the home. Lou was in essence saying, "Oh no you don't," to my dreams.

As you know, the week previous, when I was notified of my Woman of the Year award, Lou callously told me he would be "out of town on business," (how many times have I heard that phrase) on the day of my special event. When I stormed out of the house in tears, Lou did not even bother to run after me. Did he even call to check on me later that night? NO! That's why I called Reg at 10:30 that night. Yes, Reg was my shoulder to cry on, and he gallantly offered to escort me to the event.

Word did get out to Lou about Reg, (probably from Lois, Evelyn, or Cookie), and did he bother to call me? I did not hear from him until a week after our blowup. He only called because he was looking for the key to one of his safety deposit boxes to retrieve his passport. He nonchalantly stated that he and his secretary had to fly to Tokyo for a business conference. I of course knew where the keys were, but stated I was not sure, just to make him wait, hoping he would apologize, hoping he would call everything off just to be by my side. Did this happen? NO!

This past weekend, when we pulled up to the house and saw "sale pending" on the sign (I hadn't made the offer yet!), my heart sank. Remember how flustered the realtor seemed when we pulled up in the driveway? Remember how he recoiled when I asked,"Who made the offer on the house? Lou Greene?" Francine, to be perfectly honest with you, I jumped to conclusions because I felt and sensed how uncomfortable you were during my angry interrogation of that poor young man. I know about his fiduciary duty to not reveal information, but at that moment, I felt that your fiduciary duty was to me, certainly not Lou or Jack. But I was wrong.

Your duty lies first and foremost with your husband. And for that, you are truly blessed. I, unfortunately do not have this loyalty, devotion, or respect granted to me by Lou, and frankly, after 12 years with Lou, that breaks my heart. I know I will recover, thanks to all my dear friends' compassion and understanding. Reg has been my rock lately. He just dropped by with flowers, yellow roses, of course! He stayed for a cocktail. I kept hoping Lou would drive by and see Reg's car in the driveway!

Please bear with me as I go through this difficult time in my life. How ironic, this "Woman of the Year" was made to feel like a cypher by the man she has given her heart and soul and to for the past 12 years.

With love,
Vicki

Woman of the Year

2008-10-13T21:57:00.001-07:00

You are cordially invited to attend

Portsmouth Bay Womens' Club

Woman of the Year Banquet

Honoring Vicki Deveraux

Washington Heights High School Business Teacher
and State FBLA President
Co-founder of A.R.I.S.E.
(Assisting Reservation Indians with a Secretarial Education)

Hostess of La Frenciante Charity Ball

Las Marionatis Ladies Guild Secretary

Portsmouth Beautiful Co-chairperson

Saturday, the twenty-first of November
7 PM

Dinner and Dance

Cocktail Attire Dress

Kindly RSVP to Annette Marie Goodwin
at BEacon 5-3582

Suspicions and Separations

2008-10-13T18:15:00.000-07:00

Dear Lois,

I am suspicious about the Navajo jewelry set. It looks EXACTLY like the set that Tina is missing out in Santa Fe. Remember, last year when she let Cookie and Art use her place to crash on their drive back east? I would not put it past those two.

Vicki is being naughty. Jack would laugh at the glass. The fellas would have a big laugh but I think that Francine wouldn't really appreciate it.

I am concerned that Vicki thinks that Francine let the cat out of the bag about the house in Palm Springs. I think that Vicki is jumping to conclusions. I know that she is so very, very upset with Lou. She still doesn't understand that Lou is a very resourceful man. He is a good business man and he has lots of tricks up his sleeve.

Francine called me on Saturday. She was in tears. She said that Vicki gave her the "silent" treatment on the drive back from Palm Springs. Francine said that Vicki was so upset that she didn't want to go to lunch. How can Vicki not see that Francine admires her and was hoping to have a swell time and a couple of laughs! With all that Francine has been through lately, I really can't believe that Vicki could react that way. Francine also said that Vicki was driving with a lead foot. Her Caddie's needle was well into the 90's on the panel.

I know that I shouldn't meddle, but I have a good mind to call Vicki and tell her to straighten up and fly right.

I am driving to Los Angeles this weekend. I am having lunch at the tearoom at the Bullock's Wilshire and doing a little shopping. I am considering inviting Francine, I am sure she is in a state.

Yours truly,
Gloria

Enough is Enough!

2008-09-24T17:45:00.000-07:00

Darling,

Where is this lounge located? I'll have to get on my specs to read the fine print. Johnnie is so talented. I am impressed!

I drove by your place today on the way to see Des, and I saw you backing out of the driveway. I didn't honk (that would be so vulgar!), and you turned right onto the expressway. Did you have to go into the city today? Oh, no, don't tell me, Jack was working today! On the weekend?

Francine, you have to start putting your foot down. Enough is enough. Jack is truly burning the candle at both ends and well, to be perfectly honest with you, I didn't want to bring it up, but didn't Mr. Maxwell pass away at an early age from a heart attack? Oh, my dear. I'm so sorry I brought that up, but I think brutal honesty is needed right now.

Jack is the love of your life, your rock. You have got to protect him, and in doing so, yourself. Would you like me to ask Lou to have a talk with him? Lou will be back in town this Tuesday. I believe he has meetings the whole week (he has to present to the board on Friday). He promised me a night out on Saturday, and I would love to have you and Jack join us. Maybe the fellas could get together at the lounge (have a chat over their scotch) while we are getting our hair done, and then they could swing by and pick us up. What do you think?

Please, dear, get back to me. I am concerned.

Much love,
Vicki

Dear Me!

2008-09-19T23:20:00.000-07:00

Dear Vicki, September nineteenth

I can imagine that you have had to sit down at this point to see that your dear friend has written back to you. I should have picked up the telephone to ring. After all these years of friendship, you do realize that I do get “involved in projects” and just kind of switch into other gears sometimes.

Thank you for the note you sent, checking up on me. I can confess to you that I have been in a state lately. Well, gee, it has been more than just lately. You are a dear friend and I couldn’t let even more time pass before I communicated with you.

Yes, it has been Jack’s car that you have been seeing lately at the lounge. The poor dear has been working late at the office for weeks now. I just don’t have the heart to ask him to drive back across town to have dinner with his wife and only to have to return to the office. His new boss doesn’t seem to appreciate his talents and his abilities. I don’t think that he realizes that Jack didn’t just go to any law school. It is frustrating to sit back and keep my thoughts to myself.

So I have been busy involving myself in projects. I have been redecorating the guest bedroom. I saw some dreamy wallpaper in the May issue of Metropolitain Home. I just kind of got carried away and ordered new curtains, sheers, bedspread and dust ruffle.

I would love it if you and Lou would be our first guests to stay in it. If we start up with the Bridge Club this fall again, I will insist that you and Lou stay the night. (Then maybe Lou could relax a bit and have a second or third cocktall that night.) Then you and I can get up early, and have coffee in the kitchen. I think the guys would enjoy not having to hear you and I catch-up on everything from a new strawberry shortcake recipe that I found on the back of the new Betty Crocker cake mix to wondering why I let Cookie and Art get under my skin so!

I must confess that I am a little worried about Jack. I just don’t know if he finds me “interesting” anymore. I know that he has been mentioning all of the funny and “interesting” things that his paralegal says and does at the office. Oh, Vicki, I am terrified that Jack might not have as much work at the office as he says he does. I want to believe that his boss is “hard-boiled” as Jack has me believing.

I have been almost insisting that we eat at the lounge every weeknight. Being in public and giving me the chance to force myself out of the house and put some lipstick on has been helpful. But frankly, I must confess, I am worried.

The house is becoming frightfully quiet and I could use a good cup of coffee and company. I know that you have shared with me that Lou often has gals that pay him a lot of attention to him. Of course, Lou being the smart fellow that he is, knows what he has in you and would never stray.

Dear me, this note has become a letter. I hope to hear from you soon.

Affectionately,

Francine

A Few of My Favorite Things!

2008-06-11T20:25:00.001-07:00

#10. A Fabulous Palm Springs Weekend

#9. Drugstore Cosmetics & Toiletries

#8. Saturday Nights at the Club

#7. A Sparkling Clean Kitchen (with floors you could eat off!)

#6. Cocktails, Cocktails, Cocktails!

#5. Yellow Roses

#4. The Artistry of Shorthand on a Brand-new Steno Pad

#3. Cary Grant

#2. Summer Fruit

#1. My Invincible Bridge Partner, Lou

Santa Fe Roadtrip Anyone?

2008-06-08T00:07:00.000-07:00

Dearest Francine,

Darling, the dust has settled and you managed to keep nice and tidy and above it all, like you have always done in the past! I don't know how and why I seem to get pulled into all the drama. Maybe it's because (between you and me) Lois and Evelyn enjoy stirring up the drama and rattling my cage. Why? Maybe because, frankly, they are missing drama, excitement, and passion in their own lives. There, I said it. Lois and Evelyn need to get a life.

The next time one of them calls, I've got to take the high road and refuse to listen to their gossip, or more so, spread it around. Will you hold me to that?

Now, on to more pleasant things. Tina has invited us out in March to her lovely home in Santa Fe. I will drive. The Caddy needs a tune up and a tire rotation, so I'm taking it into Venrean's next Tuesday. All you need to do is get permission from Jack. Can he live without you for a week? You know the fellas from the club will take good care of him!

Tina has ulterior motives for our trip, actually. Her ladies guild is having a charity ball for the mission and she needs her gals to pitch in.

We will also be working with the children from the nearby reservation. Tina would like me to see if the club, Washington Heights High School and First Imperial Bank could donate typewriters, adding machines, carbon paper, steno pads, and other ancillary stationery supplies so we can teach the girls secretarial skills.

I will be setting up learning labs at the women's club and will need to have three other ladies to lead the tables at the other labs. Darling, do you need to brush up on your shorthand? I can give you a mini lesson at the club after our Tuesday golf game. If you are unable to make it or if Jack can't live without you, I understand. I can make reservations on the Super Chief.

I don't mind flying solo, but it just won't be the same without you, my dear. Remember the last road trip we took and the "incident" at Coyote Falls? As long as I live, and as God is my witness, I will never divulge, forget, experience anything like "that" ever again in my life.

I do need to get back to Tina by the end of this week, so give me a buzz. Again, I will understand if you are unable to go with me. I know my situation with Lou is different than yours with Jack. Since Lou and I aren't married, I can leave at the drop of the hat. Also, Lou is away two-three weeks out of a month on business, and I have the liberty of coming and going as I please, and he does not mind in the least. I think that's also why Lou wanted me to keep working for so long, to keep my little mind occupied. Most of March, Lou will be back east on business. I think if that man could, he'd live in that damn office. That's another letter. I don't want to bore you to tears, darling.

That's all for now, my dear. I hope all went well with Jack's presentation at the lodge. I know how interested he is in politics and speaking on behalf of Senator Aldridge was a great honor. You must be so proud of your handsome, brilliant, and prosperous sweetheart.

Fondly,
Vicki

I am NOT Surprised!

2008-06-03T21:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Francine,

Well, well, well. Just got off the phone with Lois. You would not believe what she witnessed today sitting by the picture window at her kitchen table. I got a play by play as the inevitable was happening.

Here goes:
Jean, as I'm sure you heard passed away this weekend. I am truly sorry for her daughter. She seems like a nice young lady. BUT, she also seems awfully naive and trusting, because as soon as her mother's body was taken to Calder & Sons to be prepared for the viewing, Cookie came in for the kill. That's right, Cookie immediately started to ransack the house.

Lois saw boxes and boxes being carried out by Cookie and Art into a U-haul. Yes, they rented a U-haul to cart away their loot. Lois said Cookie was carrying clothes, Jean's two fur coats, that gorgeous oriental rug Jean's husband brought back after the war, the Reushanheimer paintings, and the antique walnut armoire from her master suite. Lois said Art asked their down the street neighbor, Glenn to help him get the armoire in the U-haul.

Jean's daughter is basically so grief-stricken, she told Cookie and Art they could take anything they wanted. Lorraine (that's the girl's name) said she just wanted the family photo albums and the dining room set. Lois told me not to have too much pity for her because Jean left her the title to the house (which is now worth something like $995,000) and a savings/checking account with over $375,000, so she did well for herself.

I don't know about you, but I'm sickened by Cookie and Art's latest display. I knew deep down in my bones that Cookie's act last weekend was nothing but crocodile tears. Francine, I've had enough of those two. As my dear old mother would say (when she'd get a little soused) "They can all rot in hell, for all I care."

Count me out for the get-together/going away party at the club. Who is hosting this party anyway? I thought Art burned all his bridges at the club when his membership lapsed and his bar/restaurant tab of over $12,000 has yet to be paid. And by the way, what in the hell does Cookie need with two fur coats living in Cathedral City anyway?

Ta ta for now,
Vicki

Let's Give Jack Some Time to Cool Down

2008-06-02T22:04:00.000-07:00

Vicki, dear,

Needless to say, Jack was put off at the remembrance of Art's behavior last summer. He had just settled into his favorite chair, newspaper in hand, pipe in his mouth and wanting to unwind after a hard day at the office. So the timing was not quite right to bring up Cookie and Art's arrival in town. I don't blame Jack's having a grudge. It is not the first time that Art has thought about Art first. We don't have to mention the sale of our old Lincoln a couple of years ago. Remember when they were living in Santa Monica and so "broke."

I think that I will let Jack cool down a bit before I ask him about getting together with the gang. I know that I might be able to interest him if he learns that Joe and Shirley will be there also. He really enjoys Joe and talking about golf and the likes.

I will be over at noon to pick up the silver. I look forward to a cup of coffee. (That new percolator coffee pot is dreamy. You make the best coffee in town. And I won't pass up a piece of your Cake-Walk winner coffee cake either.

Ta, ta.

Affectionately,

Francine

News Travels Fast

2008-06-02T21:18:00.000-07:00

Charlotte,

Just read my mail and realized what a state Vicki is in. You have met Cookie and Art before. They were the loud couple at the Bridge Club party at Les and Tina's a few years back.

Fondly,

Francine

You Won't Believe Who's Back in Town!

2008-06-02T00:17:00.000-07:00

Francine, dear,

You won't believe who gave me a buzz this afternoon? Are you on the edge of your seat yet? Who have we not heard from in ages? Who left town in a frenzy and a huff? Who never even had the common decency to say good bye? That's right, Cookie and Art are back in town uttering their mea culpas to whoever will listen.

Lois and Evelyn phoned me as soon as they saw Cookie's Buick in Art's sister's driveway. Apparently Art's sister, Jean is not doing so well. She had another stroke last week and her daughter asked Art and Cookie to come out because, well, it doesn't look good. Remember Jean from the Black Velvet masquerade ball at the club? She was the gal who arranged to have Robert Taylor show up to meet the little girl who just recovered from polio.

Evelyn mustered up the nerve to trot across the street and Cookie greeted her at the door and then just burst into tears. Evelyn felt awkward at first and then realized Cookie's tears were genuine and she went inside to have a drink. Long story short, Cookie and Art want to get together with you, Jack, Lois, Evelyn, Joe, Shirley and me.

What do you think? Shall we let bygones be bygones? Let me know tomorrow. Remember you're swinging by for coffee and to pick up the silver for the event at the club.

Can't wait to hear about your reaction to the news. I know you'll have to consult Jack first. That's quite understandable, especially since (from what I hear) Art has yet to make amends for the broken lease agreement.

Fondly,
Vicki

I'm Always on the Go!

2008-06-01T23:12:00.000-07:00

Dear Francine,

Des called and asked if we could assist him at the Harbor Bayshore event this weekend. I know, I know, it's so last minute, and that's Des for you. But, he has been good to us in the past (remember the cakes from Shawnie's?) I said I'd give you a ring and find out if you're free. He just needs us to set up, about 1-2 hours on Saturday morning. His assistant broke her leg water skiing and he said to me tonight, "Who other than Francie & Vick could help out in a pinch?"

Call me and let me know by 9 AM tomorrow if you can help Des and his event out. Des said he'd send the car service to pick us up. Isn't he thoughtful! Oh, I forgot to tell you, the event is a charity auction and luncheon for Las Marionatis, the ladies guild at St. Martins of the Sea Hospital.

On another note, Tina called. She'll be in town next weekend and wanted to get together with us. She's off to Hawaii and will be in town to visit with her kids. She's going to stay in our condo on Maui. Did you know that Bobby and Laraine had a baby last week? This will be Tina's fifth grandchild! Her name is Leslie Christina, in remembrance of you know who. Tina was so choked up when she heard the news. Sadly, but happily, I guess, the baby was born on Les and Tina's anniversary. Do you know that Les has been gone for 15 years!

Which reminds me, aren't you and Jack approaching an important anniversary next year? Do the kids have any plans for you two, or have you hinted at anything yet? I thought I saw Jack's car outside Carriage Manor Travel the other day. Oops! Was I supposed to mention that?

I ran into Don and Patti the other day at the butcher's, and they asked about you as well. They are having a big, and I mean big barbecue/corporate function for Don and his partners' clients at the Woodhouse. They are renting out all the grounds! Have you EVER heard of this. Don wanted Jack to get in touch with him about transferring the records over to the G75-98 database, whatever that means! I said, "Honey, you'll have to ask him yourself. I don't know what the hell you're talking about." I guess his clients are switching over to some new system that Jack is in the know about. Do you have any clue about this?

Well, that's all for now. I am turning in for the night. Tomorrow I've got a 9 AM tennis match with Jeannie. It's actually a grudge match, and you know what I mean by that. At noon, it's lunch with Betsy and Clem to talk about redecorating the Shellridge condo on Maui. They will be in Hilo next month and said they wouldn't mind swinging by Wailea to "freshen up" the pad. You've seen Betsy and Clem work their magic on Lou's office and our Lake Arrowhead cabin, right? I thought Tina could fill me in on what needs to be done when she gets back.

Yes, I am going to rent out the condo for the summer. I know, I said never again, but I might as well. My agent said the area is really hot right now, and basically I'm just sitting on the property. The kids don't have the time to go out anymore. I can't foresee going out until the winter or spring anyway. I would never dream of selling it. That location and the amenities, you just don't see that anymore. Boy, Lou got a steal when he bought that place in the early 60's. It was and still is a real gem.

Call me tomorrow about helping Des out. If you're busy, I understand.

Take care,
Vick

Thank you, my dear!

2008-06-01T22:21:00.000-07:00

Francine, dear,

I thought I told you I was going to stop having birthdays . . . After all, a girl doesn't like being reminded she's a year older!

Despite that fact, you never forget my birthday, do you? No wonder you are such a dear and special friend! So, how can I scold you when you've been so generous!

The Borders gift card was a lovely idea, and it's just what I needed because I had Borders Bucks to use and a coupon in my inbox. Imagine that, Vicki Deveraux on the net! The kids get such a kick out of the old gal knowin' all the lingo!

Darling, you'll never guess what I purchased with the card-- the Buddy Rich CD from his Caesar's Palace engagement in Las Vegas in 1968! Does that sound familiar to you? Remember the getaway I had with Lou, Tina, Les, and Maxine? Remember you had to have that emergency tennis elbow surgery because of your "accident" at the club and you and Jack couldn't come with us? Well, the gang and I went to see Buddy Rich and his band, and this was the concert recorded for the cd! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the cd in the rack. (I also purchased Three Coins in the Fountain on dvd. Right now, I can't take my eyes off Rossano Brazzi!)

Oh what happy memories flooded through me when I put the music on. "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" was one of Lou's favorite songs, and listening to it brought a tear to my eye. Oh, but they are happy tears. Lou was so good to me, and I know you and Jack adored him so.

We'll have to take one of our notorious road trips so I can play the cd for you and we can reflect on the good ole days. Give my love to Jack and Charlotte and thank them for the birthday wishes. My love to you, always!

Fondly,
Vicki