Oh, Brother! A Morning Moon.

Oh, Brother!

A couple of Saturdays ago Abigail and I opened the blinds at around 6:30 a.m. to this:

I often tell her the story of how when you were young we would go outside and sing to thee moon every night before bed.

I see the moon and the moon sees me,
over the top of the apple tree,
please let the moon that shines on me,
shine on the ones I love

Love,
Sister

Oh, Brother! Good Bye, Hostess!

Bankrupt!
No more Twinkies!
No more Ding Dongs!
No more SnoBalls!
I don't remember us having a lot of these things in our home as children, but I remember walking by them in the grocery aisle.
The article is here.

Love,
Sister