Alden Gillette and they were (of all things) happy! I'm opening my veins
again for Tiapos and spent some time yesterday with baseball and photo
albums. Is it me? These old pictures often make me sad and I thought
they were supposed to make me glow with nostalgia at my advanced age.
Oh, well, the piece I'm writing about Mother and Alden is now sort of
titled "Last Tango in Pasadena" but that will probably change. Mother
actually found joy in the last years of her life and when she died I wrote and
thanked Alden for this amazing fact. I wish I had that letter, or do I?
