Thursday, August 11, 2005
Hello everybody. Rosie and I want to tell you how sorry we are to hear about your Mom. My memories of her go way back to when I was a little kid when we lived at May Street. I would sit in my crib and purposely let my legs hang out, along with the most pathetic look I could muster. Your Mom would feel sorry for me and bring me downstairs for milk and cookies. She caught on after awhile, but it was great while it lasted. Maybe that's why I still love cookies.
