HomeFebruary 28, 1997
How can this be Friday? There's not a sign of freezing rain anywhere.
I was early to pick up the kids at Florence Roche so I sat in the car and finished a cup of Dunkin' Dark Roast. It was such a fine day I didn't even wear a jacket.
Andrea and I sat outside on Mrs. Reed's porch while Elizabeth had her piano lesson. Black-capped chickadees by the dozens were chowing down at Mrs. Reed's feeders. Elizabeth said there were 7 million of them. It was probably closer to 30 or so. It just seemed like millions.
Elizabeth's class took a field trip to a local orthodontist's office. It sounded pretty cool. Elizabeth wanted to look at my teeth. She diagnosed me with overbite.