When George and I were first married, he started turning down the bedcovers on my side. After a few years of doing this, he asked me if I noticed. I told him, “Oh, George! Don’t ever stop doing that. Every time I see those covers turned down, I think ‘He still loves me!’” It’s 20 years later, and George still turns down my bedcovers every night. So, I started thanking him for taking out the trash. And, he thanks me…..
The turkey was late for Thanksgiving dinner, so we put a football game on TV. It was just starting, and a young man stood up to sing the National Anthem. My husband and I stood up and put our hands over our hearts while we listened to the National Anthem. In a group of almost a dozen, we were the only ones. Corny, I know. But I miss corny. I miss old America. That’s my husband and I, the old…..