Good morning, all! A big thank to to DRs JRAND59 and DAW for their early morning birthday wishes. BK, thank you for the kind words; the day I called Bay Cities and you answered the phone was one of the luckiest days of my life. If it had been a secretary or one of your partners who answered the phone, there would have been a note to you that I had called and that would most likely have been the end of it.
So, I have not much to do today beyond a meeting about the McGlinn estate at 11 am. John's sister Lorin is still in town and I told her to call me if she had nothing to do later on. I don't think I mentioned in my post last night that her beautiful daughter Davis, who's a sophomore broadcast major at Syracuse, came down for yesterday's event. I think it's been interesting for all of McGlinn's roster of favorite performers to meet the family that he reviled and maligned so much: Evan and Lorin, and by extension her daughter Davis, have found surrogates for their brother, and I think all of the performers who met them for the first time yesterday are a bit in shock that they are not only kind and lovely people but still in shock over John's horrid treatment of them. Sibling rivalry can be ugly, but John's treatment of them went far beyond anything I've ever seen. He was crazy, you know. And for eighteen years, one of my closest friends.
I think I will continue with the tidying of the apartment this morning; I have things to pack up for shipment to Miami University Library and I have more vacuuming and cleaning as well.
TOD: because my dad, who unlike me never put on weight until he was hitting 70, had a sweet tooth, we usually had something sweet to end dinner or to occur before bedtime when I was growing up. Since my mother was, in her sane moments, a good cook, I remember fondly, because her pastry crust was one of the absolute best, her apple pie, cherry pie, banana cream pie, coconut cream pie, doughnuts, and that recipe involving vanilla wafers, vanilla pudding and banana slices. If she didn't make a dessert, we'd have ice cream. My dad's favorites were strawberry and cherry, and as I get older I find I am more like him than I would ever have guessed.
