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My brothers and I (except one) lost our hair in our thirties and, for about 20 years, we have had a Christmas tradition we call "The Bald-off." The brothers present at my mother's house on Christmas day line up, bend over for the best view, and have a picture made. The baldest one wins. My two youngest brothers have died and a third was absent, so we invited Corinne to join us this year. Since her hair was coming back, she insisted that she was the big loser. |
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Corinne
had loved her trip to Spain, and came back healthier than ever.
She even called me on her last day in Ibiza and asked me to fly
over and join her there for another week. I had promises to keep
with my family in Florida, I had an old dog with me and there was
no way for us to afford it, so Corinne flew home as planned. We
are no longer jetsetters... well, I'm no longer a jetsetter.
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| We played tourist while we were in Florida, visiting one of Orlando's oldest attractions, Gatorland, where Corinne delighted in talking with the tropical birds.We spent our time in my hometown taking walks, photographing hundreds of wintering birds on the lakes, visiting family and driving by all the places of my childhood. Corinne had never seen the place where I had spent most of my life. |
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| Looking back at it, our Christmas vacation together seemed to be cancer-free. | |
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