FIFTY YEARS LATER.....2017

Lots of changes..hair turned grey, joints stiff, some memory loss..a few years ago.  Started calling Blythe by her middle name which is Anne.....She seems to have forgotten her middle name as she asks   "Who is Anne" ?  Really strange thing here, I pushed a certain key and my eyesight improved, but the letters lean....Years ago, Anne sold her huge childhood home in Sacramento where she had lived all of her life. She never married, but was content in living where her beloved parents lived, worked, and gardened the very extensive back yard.  She also had found fulfillment in her job as an editorial writer for the Sacramento Bee. Both of us made good money and we are now enjoying our retirement on the outskirts of Prescott, Arizona.  We built a nice and somewhat large log cabin home on a large, Pine studded lot with a great view of the Bradshaw Mountains with its prominent view of Thumb Butte.  It's not that we don't like Prescotians, as they call themselves, it's just we prefer to look down on them rather than straight across.  They are friendly enough, but tend to not care for new comers. Prescott has a lion's share of street people and is a mecca for rehab centers which are simply houses that are inhabited by people in recovery.  Those houses are just about every where except for upper scale parts of town.  Funny thing is one of Prescott's big draws is Whisky Row which is about two blocks of downtown and is lined with old bars and saloons from the early day's of Prescott.  There is a huge percentage of tattoo'd women of all ages here.  Don't know why that is unless they vie for who is the most screwed up.  So, we built out of town where everyone is normal simply because no one lives near us.  Our floor plan is similar to Anne's floor plan in Sacto.....You may recall from previous stories that Anne (Blythe) had what one might call an inordinate affection for her parents...she actually loved them.  Her Sacto back yard was a virtual garden of Eden and her Father spent his retirement years working from dawn to dusk on it.  He also had his beloved 48 Pontiac Silver Streak 8, which he tinkered with often...polishing it every week.  Her Father made a fortune in the restaurant business as he had a four star Greek food restaurant. Anne got her cooking and drinking skills (!) from her Father....Our log home has a veranda where we still enjoy our wine and repeat stories over and over again, but at our age, it its a new world every day.....Well, I had to start somewhere, and so this begins a new chapter on old familiar chapters...Greetings to my readers in Russia, the UK, Poland, and wherever you are..hang around awhile ..LUV YOU ALL......"The B"