. . . and like one of my favorite fictional characters, Uncle Wiggily, I am off to seek my fortune, my spectacles on my nose and my valise on wheels following after . . . first stop: California to visit my family and friends. Then, in a week, on to Chicago to meet up with my sister friends from the IHMs . . .
"And if the snow doesn’t come in our house and sit by the gas stove until he melts into a puddle of molasses, I’ll tell you next about going to visit the Sisters at the IHM Motherhouse”.
What? Didn't you ever read the Adventures of Uncle Wiggily?