Trans-Atlantic Memories

Trans-Atlantic memories float with me today: a menu, a cookbook a clever keychain I envy my brother He travels the web in search of these little treasures. Menus from those elegant meals served with wine, even for little kids ashtrays and sugar cubes Italian Spaghetti Westerns We snuck in with giggles at Bonnie Breastfull, the heroine in need of a hero. These memories still rattle around in my dreams. Not lost, they are where my hope comes from. A result of long faded lifetimes spent on endless adventures.