1976. I remember our bi-centenial year as a festive one. Len and I spent a few days in Boston which was all geared up for a great celebration. On the Fourth, Kathy, Gerry and I hosted a glorious party in their spacious yard. The theme was: Do Something You Would Only Do Once Every 200 Years.
Gertrude gave a rousing political speech. Phyllis played the kazoo. Annette, who had ESP, served as a fortune teller.
There's a sad memory attached to that day too. Very upset, Annette approached me in the kitchen. "I "saw" that Mitzi's husband is going to die soon," she whispered. She was right.
Now, as we approach our 250 birthday, I think of joy and sadness. Would Annette whisper of the death of our democracy? Or will a new generation of leaders keep America's promise alive?
