We celebrated over two days with dinner at The River Cafe Wednesday evening and going to see the Temptations musical - Ain't Too Proud last night.
I wasn't alive in D-Day - I was born on March 3, 1945. But maybe in a sense I was - for those who consider there is life at conception. I did some math last night. I was born 3 days short of 9 months after D-Day. Hmmmm. Did my parents celebrate that day and am I the outcome?
|Toasting the life of our cat Penny who died suddenly of apparently a heart attack the other night at the age of 7.|
|Happy anniversary desserts - chocolate Brooklyn Bridge|
|Outside the River Cafe - I want one of these waterfalls|