
. . . the Fourth of July, and fresh strawberry shortcake with real whipped cream, after the big parade. Our family recipe uses angel food cake.

. . . an abundance of flowers in well-tended front yards. This town is ablaze with big and little blooms of all colors. The yards anchor log homes, frame homes, modular homes, very old big homes, and a new little subdivision.

. . . images of the wide-open West, as familiar as when I was a toddler. This is the town of my birth. My 92 year old mother is in a nursing home just a couple of blocks from where the hospital in which I was born was then located.
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