I took Mom to her friend, Larry’s, 89th birthday party last week. Aside from Mom and Larry, I didn’t know anyone else, but I made conversation with the small group gathered around a table in the hostess’s backyard. I asked questions, told stories, laughed and made people laugh.
On the ride home, Mom spoke admiringly of how lively I’d been. She said I re…
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