I’m sitting far away in a hotel in Phoenix, Arizona, wishing I was not missing Mary Claire’s 11th birthday. They have very strange and colorful things out here. I wonder if Claire would like any of them for a birthday present?
At least I’ll be home for the big party this weekend in our new yellow house.
Happy Birthday, MCC!
Jeb, if you can see Camelback Mountain, I climbed to the top of that (it’s the Phoenix equivalent of climbing Stone Mountain).
We called Claire a while ago and Granddaddy played “Jake”. Claire actually thought it was Jake. The girls had a good time bowling and eating out and Kathy even made a cake for her.