I'm still on the road . . . but I'm coming home. The past weekend was spent arranging for and then holding a 100th birthday celebration for Mary Ann (Mrs. William C.) Porter. One hundred years! A full century! Even the President of the United States was impressed enough to send a card.
It was a weekend of reminiscences and family stories which, alas, I am too exhausted to share with you. There were good times in Mrs. Porter's life (mostly involving Bill Porter) and bad (she is still convinced that WWII was a conspiracy on the part of a lot of men to get away from their wives and go gallivanting around the world). There was also a daughter, Marianne Porter. For whom I am and will always be unspeakably grateful
If you're planning to live to be 100 someday, be forewarned that there will be a party. And if you want a good turnout, you'd better be nice to those you meet along the way. There was a huge turnout for Mrs. Porter from family, friends, lawyers, church members, and grandson. That speaks well for her.