OH, I really wanted to post a photo of my sister, Judy, tonight, when she was about 14 and had her hair in big, round, prickly hair rollers, but I waited too long. At 10 p.m. the wardens are coming down the hallways rattling their nightsticks on the bars of our cells and warning us it's time to turn off our lights and computers.
But before this day is over, I want to remember the sister who helped me figure out growing up. We were each other's encyclopedias, in a way. With our two heads together, we almost had everything figured out. (these thoughts regarding what we figured out have been deleted, since I'd be telling too much)
Suffice it to say we were together in good and bad, managing to make a game of being poor but feeling rich.
Love you, Judy. Be well forever! - Jeanne