Only my little snowbird flew in the wrong direction! For a dog born in Costa Rica and rescued there only to be adopted by me here in DC...he's had one fine introduction to winter this year!
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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