Dear Group, This morning I got a phone call from my old very-bestest-friend Margaret, calling me from their winter "estate" in Florida. She had a compelling question to ask me. What was the REAL name of the Dalmatian dog at Wa-Bak-Ranch that we used to call "Wooker" back in 1946? OK, I know that it sounds like a very unimportant question to ask at long distance rates but it seems that in our "senior years" those details are more important to remember than what we had for breakfast this morning! The Wooker Dog was a part of our teenage growing up. This evening I sent Marg a scanned photo of Wooker and then I sent her what I had written recently that I had entitled "Summer Saturdays" about our going horseback riding and shocking oats at Wa-Bak-Ranch. I ended the message that I sent her with the comment, "Seems like old times," referring to the song that Vaughan Monroe sang back then that we always swooned over whenever we would hear it. After I sent off that message, my mind went back to Wa-Bak-Ranch and another aspect of those teenage years. It was the boondoggle bracelets we made and wore that declared our crush on a particular boy or just made a statement that we wanted to make. For those of you who never boondoggled-and we're not talking about you government employees in that sense! -:)--boondoggling consisted of wrapping thin colored bands of plastic "leather" around a metal bracelet and weaving them so that they spelled out a name or made a design. Oh the effort and creativity we put into those bracelets! What I wouldn't give to still have the boondoggle bracelet that declared my love for ______ (just pick a name!) Those were the days, my friends. vee