(A letter to me from Lois.)
I am the woman in the fur-collared jacket and robin's egg blue scarf and I’m still appalled that this woman is throwing a perfectly nice hat around!
Lois from Minneapolis
(A letter to me from Lou.)
Let this be official notification of my updating what now constitutes the good old days.
Beginning August 1, I will no longer try to keep my calls short to avoid “long distance” charges. At that time, however, I will establish a new lament:
For-crying-out-loud who can I get to repair my flip phone?
Also, I will be retiring the use of the word “mollycoddle” in referring to the young, spoiled generation of kids. It hasn’t stopped, but everyone thinks I’m just talking about a cookie or a breed of dog. There is precedent in this decision. Please refer to the retiring of the word “whippersnapper” in 1997.
Lou, Your Neighborhood Grouch
P.S. None of this has any affect on my long-time standing crush on Sophia Loren.
Mark Morelli is a New York Times Bestseller reader.