8) In 1933, five French airlines merged to form Air France. Think of the last time you were at an airport. Were you taking a flight or meeting a flight? I landed at O'Hare after a quick trip to Grand Rapids for a playdate with my grandniece, Violet.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Except for #1 and #9, I don't like any of them. Which is not to say that I couldn't sing along with any of them on karaoke night. That's how pervasive disco was when Top 40 radio was still king.
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1. What are you currently reading? My Life by William Jefferson Clinton. I'm like, "Who is William Jefferson Clinton? He's Bill!" He's been part of my life now for more than half my life (35 years). He's charmed me, inspired me, and broken my heart. When he left office in 2000, I was happy to see him retire. The Lewinsky scandal exhausted and disappointed me personally. Bill and me, we needed a break.
But now in 2026, I'm ready to reassess. He was deeply flawed but charismatic and enormously talented. I'm a Kennedy Girl, I grew up on deeply flawed but charismatic and enormously talented. Bill Clinton had something JFK did not – the gift of time. I want to look at his life, at his eight years in office, now that I have some perspective. His accomplishments – peace in Ireland and Bosnia, FMLA, a balanced budget, international cooperation on the environment – somewhat mitigate the scandals. I believe he is a good man. I believe Donald Trump's scandals are far more dangerous and venal and doubt he is anything but an authoritarian. Maybe it's that contrast that makes me ready to view Bill Clinton not as the man in whom I personally invested so many of my dreams for the country, but as a President.
This is a reread for me. I got it as soon as it came out 20 years ago. I remember thinking at that time, "This sucker is long and Bill sure is blabby!" Let's see if I've matured in this regard, too.
2. What did you recently finish reading? Murder at the Movies by Alicia Malone. A 30-something Hollywood publicist named Audrey inherits a house and an old movie theater on an island just off the coast of Maine. So she pulls up stakes and heads off to make the theater a success as a revival house, showing the classic films she and her late grandmother both loved. Unfortunately, on the night of the grand reopening, someone dies. Was it an accident, or murder? (The title answers that for us.)
I'm like Audrey in that I can't stop quoting movie dialog and my friends roll their eyes, too. So I get all the classic film references and they delight me. I like the atmosphere Alicia Malone creates. Pine Island is a very specific place. The murder? I didn't guess the killer or ultimate motive, so that's a plus. But there were many times when I stopped and said, "Oh, come on!" The murder victim was so bad he wasn't a person, he was a cartoon. Some of the actions Audrey takes make no sense.
But I had a good time with it nevertheless. I know that this is book #1 in a series, and I'll be back this summer for #2.
3. What will you read next? Bill and I are spending 900 pages together. I don't know that I'll ever be done!
Getting to Know You
Now is the time for all good wo/men to come to the aid of their country. In the lead up to Tuesday, November 3, I've done (drum roll, please) 238 postcards.
Through Postcards to Swing States, I wrote to 200 registered Ohio Democrats. If Sherrod Brown doesn't reign victorious, it's not on me.
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Through Postcards to Voters, I wrote 20 for James Talarico in TX, 10 for Roy Cooper in NC and 8 for David Jolly in FL
When people tell me that while they're appalled by Trump and today's GOP, "but there's nothing I can do," I point them to these two postcard organizations. Trump has only been able to flex his Authoritarian muscles because the other two branches of government haven't been holding him accountable. So down ballot races – judges and aldermen through state legislatures and governors up to Congress and Senator – are key. From ICE on the streets to The Kennedy Center takeover to waging war in Iraq without the Congressional approval to Epstein and grift, none of this is legal. All of it could be stopped/slowed if we elect qualified people who will do their jobs.
My late blogging buddy, Book Mama, turned me on to this. I can never send enough thanks to her in Heaven. I refuse to be helpless! Book Mama gave me this way to participate, to make a difference. We are not helpless!
Before I tackled all that corrugated cardboard, I clocked in, filled my water bottle, and looked at the employee notices. I was shocked to see a December calendar, with the store's extended hours, and instructions for how to request holiday time off. My boss advised that she needed to know by November 15 in order to accommodate us.
Really? I made my holiday time off request back in June, and it came back denied. I was told, "This is our busiest week and it's all hands on deck. No vacation requests are going to be approved. This is retail."
I was furious. I hate that tone: "This is retail." I know what my job is here. I also know that I get no benefits and no paid time off. I know that in 2025 and 2024, my time off requests were honored. I know that my take home pay for this job is so minor that my financial planner doesn't even include it when developing my fiscal forecast. While we're cataloging things I know, I know I don't need this shit.
However, I didn't say any of that. I could tell back in June that my manager was parroting the edict of her boss, Eric. She usually doesn't talk that way. Since then, Eric has been transferred.
My partner on the floor yesterday happened to be the store manager. It was just her and me for the whole four hours. We'd had a short power outage a few nights ago – I experienced it at my home – and though electricity was restored quickly, the power surge had blown out some of the store's circuitry. Until repairs were made, we'd been unable to accept anything but cash. Halloween is busy and lucrative, so this was a hit to the store's bottom line. One of our most popular vendors has pulled out of its contract with us. After decades. So when customers come in and ask for that specific brand, we get to tell them we simply don't have it anymore.
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"Look at his puppy paws!" I enthused.
The encouraged her to show me pictures of her dog whose feet do, indeed, look like Ulrich's. You know what I can discuss even longer than baseball? Critters.
Finally, at the end of my shift, she brought up the holiday thing. She asked me if I'd be able to let her know by the 15th if I needed time off. I wanted to scream, "I TOLD YOU BACK IN JUNE!" I wanted to ask her what happened to, "This is retail?"
But I know what happened. Eric was replaced, that's what happened.
Why put her in a position where she has to admit how little power she really has?
Do I think I'm owed an apology? Yes, I do. In her position, I'd offer one. But I could tell that in this way, my 30-something lesbian Hispanic boss is exactly like my ultra-WASP, WWII generation mom was. There are things it's easier to pretend never happened, and my June holiday request is one of them.
So I bit my tongue. Instead I promised her I'd have all my vacation time nailed down by my shift next week. I left feeling good about the whole situation.
I am learning – slowly – that my every thought doesn't need to be shared and my every impulse doesn't need to be acted upon.
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1. What are you currently reading? Murder at the Movies by Alicia Malone. A 30-something Hollywood publicist named Audrey inherits a house and an old movie theater on an island just off the coast of Maine. So she pulls up stakes and heads off to make the theater a success as a revival house, showing the classic films she loves. Unfortunately, on the night of the grand reopening, someone dies. Was it an accident, or murder? (The title answers that for us.)
This is the first of a "Movie Palace Mystery" series by my girl Alicia Malone. (There's another coming out this summer.) Alicia is one of my favorite hosts on TCM and has authored non-fiction about film so I know she can write. As cozy mysteries go, she's avoided some potholes. Example, what makes Audrey think she's qualified to investigate anything, much less a murder? Alicia addresses this rather neatly. Also, this book is filled to the brim with movie references, so I'm captivated. I especially like how when she introduces a new character, she says who should play them in the movie.
So I'm enjoying this thoroughly. Of course, I'm the target audience. I mean, cozy mystery series AND old movies? I'm so in!
2. What did you recently finish reading? Bill Clinton: Mastering the Presidency by Nigel Hamilton. This book is devoted to the Bush-Clinton transition and the first four years of the Clinton Presidency. I found it fascinating, illuminating, and ultimately very upsetting.
Hamilton gives us a Bill Clinton who is highly intelligent and empathetic, who wants to do good, but doesn't know how accomplish it. Hamilton – a Brit – repeatedly blames this on Clinton's lack of military experience. Bill simply didn't have the training or experience to be a chief executive. I'm a Clintonista and willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don't buy it. He was Governor of Arkansas for more than a decade. He had no excuse for the chaotic start to his presidency except that (in my humble opinion) he trusted the wrong people and didn't want to make anyone close to him unhappy. Compulsive people pleasing is the flipside to all that empathy.
Once he got the hang of being President, he was good at it. Better even than I recalled. I knew the economy was gangbusters and I credited his approach to deficit reduction. I forgot how he shored up Social Security and Medicare. In real time I was proud of the FMLA and remain so today. But I forgot how influential the US was on the American stage, and the affection/trust world leaders had for Bill Clinton. He was key to peace in Northern Ireland and the Bosnia and made us a trusted partner in international environmental issues. (Remember, we're still only in the first term here, too.)
But his first term was scandal plagued, and here's where it gets tricky. Hillary Clinton was greedy and not always scrupulous with the family finances. Whitewater was all her, and she didn't cover herself with glory. But it also happened when the Clintons were still in Arkansas, and the amount of money involved always was small. (The initial investment was $20,000; $60,000 adjusted for inflation.) Compare that to the grift going on now. From the White House. In broad daylight. The Trump family has monetized everything from Don Jr.'s wedding reception to the President's social media posts.
Then there were the sex scandals. Remember, this is the first term. At this point, the press was unaware of Monica Lewinsky. But there was Bill's offhand harassment of Paula Jones – yes, I believe her and not him – and Troopergate. I'd completely forgotten Troopergate. But Bill Clinton was personally involved with trying to silence the Arkansas state troopers who once protected him by offering federal positions so they wouldn't talk about him getting blow jobs in pick-up trucks (among other places). It was tawdry. It was shameful. It's unseemly how unable he was to control his appetites. But still, shall we talk about Stormy Daniels? Is it time to mention Epstein yet?
While we were unaware of Monica, the affair took place during Bill's first term and so Hamilton covers it.* I feel for her. It's a story as old as time: she was in love and he got laid. A man with Bill Clinton's ability to read people knew she was vulnerable and damaged and he took advantage of her because for no greater reason than that he could. The power differential is completely unacceptable. But she was 22 years old. By her own admission, she made the first move, flashing him her thong. How I wished he had responded to that not with a kiss but with a transfer to another federal building. As appalling as the Lewinsky story is – yes, I believe her, too – it doesn't hold a candle to Epstein. Monica Lewinsky was in the White House by choice. She was not trafficked or seduced. She was not a minor. (My mom had two kids at 22 years old.)
So strangely enough, as I read about the lowest points in Clinton's first term, I felt like defending him and Hillary because they are nowhere near as appalling as Donald Trump. This book was written as George W. Bush was beginning his Presidency, when Donald Trump was still a developer, so my reaction was not Hamilton's intent, but there it is. I'm outraged by our lack of outrage today. What has happened to us?
Also, this book made me long for a time when the world liked us. So yes, in spite of it all, as the Fifth Dimension once sang, "Bill! I love you so, I always will ..."
3. What will you read next? I don't know.
*Though not the impeachment.
What do Linda McCartney and Winston Churchill have in common? They are two of the only Brits to be honored by the USPS with a stamp. Though Linda was born in Scarsdale, at the time of her death she was Lady McCartney, a Subject of the Crown.
Buying these stamps today made me happy. I was so mean about her for so long! She was too plain for Paul. Her speaking voice was so flat. I hated her voice even more when she adopted that fakey English accent. She couldn't sing. She didn't shave her armpits. I knew she'd slept with Warren Beatty and Mick Jagger before she married Paul.
I was too young, too immature, too silly to see that a great 20th century love story was unfolding before my eyes. As the three other Beatles battled drugs and alcohol, Paul avoided all that. (OK, maybe not all that. We know the Macs loved their weed.) Together they raised four children. They were married more than 30 years, seldom spending a night apart. I believe part of why he's with us today, still performing at 84, is because he had Linda when he needed her most.
Of course, he was the bigger star. I realized while watching Stephen Colbert's last show, he's now probably the biggest star in the world. (Always kind of shocking because I forget he's not just mine.) But she wrote cookbooks, was a tireless environmental and animal right activist, and her photos were exhibited all over the world. In watching the documentary on Wings, Man on the Run, I learned that those who worked with her in those days had good things to say about her. Perhaps she took the heat publicly so that he could be forever lovable.
They're like characters from a Victorian novel: She was born into money and prestige, he was a slum kid. They improbably meet and build a celebrated life together. It's through the lad from the lower classes that the black sheep of an upper class American family ends up in the peerage. C'mon, tell me this wouldn't be a great Netflix series.
1. What was the last gift you received? My friend Mindy gave me this book. It's the perfect purse book. It fits in my bag and the chapters are very short and self-contained, perfect for a train ride or my break at work.

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2. Who did you last hang out with? My nephew and his girlfriend. We had pizza and they showed me their new apartment.
3. Do you often lose the remote? Only constantly.
4. When did you last check Facebook? Just now.
5. Are there scented candles in the room you're in? No. I don't trust my cats around candles.
6. Next time you leave the house, where will you be going? To the pharmacy for my flu and covid shots. (You're jealous, aren't you?)
7. Do you know anyone named Steven or Stephen or Steve or Stevie? Yes. He goes alternately by Stephen and Steve.
8. Which do you prefer: macaroni salad or potato salad? Potato salad.
9. Do you have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? No. I expect I'll be buying a new refrigerator soon, and that one won't have an ice maker, either. It's not that hard to use an ice tray. I mean, I'm not very handy and I'm not much of a cook, but I can make ice.
10. When you woke up this morning, did you get up straightaway or lounge a bit? I lounge. So much lounging.
Saturday 9: Big Girls Don't Cry (1962)
Unfamiliar
with this week's tune? Hear it here.
1) When is the last time you shed a tear? When I dropped my girlcat off for surgery. She didn't feel good and she didn't understand and I couldn't explain. You people with actual human children: I don't know how you do it!
2) Lyricist/producer Bob Crewe recalled he got the idea for this song while watching a movie on TV. "Big girls don't cry" was a line from the 1956 film Slightly Scarlet. Give us a quote from another movie.

Her first line on-screen, Funny Girl
3) This inspiration came to Bob during the late night/early morning hours. What time of day are you most productive? Evening. Between 7:00 and 10:00 PM.
4) Bob wrote another song for the Four Seasons, "Silence Is Golden." The band was not happy with their recording and never released it as a single. Three years later, The Tremeloes had an international Top 10 hit with "Silence Is Golden." Tell us about a decision you wish you could do over. I think I forced a breakup. I might have given up on us too soon. But there's no going back, is there? I hope he's happy.
The Chicago White Sox have their backs against the wall and are facing elimination in the play-offs. But it's a miracle* this team got there at all, after two seasons of losing more than 100 games. These young men should be proud and so I've been wearing black on game days in their honor, since their uniforms are black.
That does not mean, though, that I have changed my opinion of White Sox fans. They are hostile and spend way too much time wishing ill to my guys in Cubbie blue. "Cubs suck!" Much of their antipathy comes from their belief that Chicago is overwhelmingly a Cubs town. That my guys get all the positive attention. I hate to say it, but the Sox fans might be right about this.
When my Cubs were in the playoffs – a mercifully short matter of days, considering how badly they played – there were W flags everywhere and we were all wearing official Cubs gear. As the White Sox have valiantly defied the odds and moved from the Wild Card to the ALDS, I've seen ... nothing. No White Sox logos in store windows. No GO SOX on theater marquees or sidewalk chalk signs. I did see it on the bus. Every once in a while I see a man in a Sox cap, or a woman in a Sox hoodie, but it doesn't happen often. The first story on the local sports is just as often the Bears (who only play once/week) as the White Sox.
So while the Cubs have a victory song, the White Sox have a whine:
*A term I don't use lightly, considering their biggest fan is Pope Leo.