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My sister came home from a New York City vacation all smiles because someone had asked her where they could find the high end jewelry stores.

I’m always surprised by what I see for sale from street vendors.

My mom dreamed of being a journalist. She skipped 4th grade, was a straight A student and a diligent worker, and undoubtedly would have excelled at college.

For the last two Christmases, I’ve asked for a street map of Guadalajara.

There was a time when I liked nothing more than Election years. I remember the emery boards and bumper stickers given out for free at the County fair.

“Remember that day when you got me to school late and I missed lunch?” my four-year-old grandson asked me yesterday.