In response to a mean-spirited letter I saw in
Here is an anecdote my sister shared with me a while back. Her daughter, who worked in Anchorage, Alaska, at the time, with her co-workers decided to go to lunch at a local eatery. It had been a long winter, and it was yet another dismal, gray, cold, wet day. Outside the establishment, she snapped a picture and sent it to my sister. It was a picture of the specials board, on which was written: “Soup of the day: whiskey.”
Lighten up, people?
Jean Behr
Lewis
