Tonight I made submarine sandwiches and chef salad for Bill and his dad..after they get home from North Canton where my husband has gone to pick our son up from his job. William will have put in a nine hour day today so I guess that he is determined to prove to his dad and myself that his "goofing off" days are...finished.

All I know that as far as I am concerned,..he is proving himself more responsible than he has been in the past. My son,..however,..took a great deal of joy in parading around the house with a half naked poster of Pamela Anderson,..seeking shocked responses from his dad and myself.

I thought about a certain box of stories,..now located in our attic, that I wrote and sold for a certain magazine when I lived in Cinncinati over twenty years ago. Hoooooooot! Hooooooooot! It would turn the poor boy's hair white if he knew the content of what was in that box!!!