Happy Birthday, Mrs. Grillo!

I have this card (or maybe I┬áhad this card) that says something like, “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’ll always be…[open the card] younger than you!” I can’t find it. Mrs. Grillo and I became forever friends in seventh grade, some fifty-six years ago. My family had only been in California six months, livingContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Grillo!”