Hello all you 52,398 people. I'm talking to you. You are the people who voted for medical marijuana in this County. Fifty-two THOUSAND, plus! So, I bet you're wondering, what's happening?
We are ready to move forward. We should have been able to get access to something passed months ago by the MAJORITY our citizens. It is legal. What's going on?
Where are the dispensaries? Where are the doctors stepping up to this century? One way or another, this idiotic law that made marijuana a Class A drug, will one day be talked about by people saying, "imagine how stupid those people were?"
We, the majority, have got to start making noise. There are too many illnesses that will benefit by the use of this legal, and natural, plant. It's being held up by bureaucracy. It is us against them. They may have the power, but we have the numbers.
They will continue to put us off because the drug companies have them in their pockets. They have archaic beliefs, are narrow minded, or, are just plain, ignorant. Why should they control us when the law is on our side?
Only those of us who know the benefits that different strains of cannabis can produce need have interest. You don't want to? You don't. But the rest of us? Time to make some noise. For us and for them, who know not what they do. Citrus County would benefit greatly by being the "county of why not?" if only it wasn't led by old-fashioned, uptight, individuals who probably knock back a few, or more, every night, but that's okay. Booze has been legal for years. Drunks are in. "Stoners", are to be held back. Fools. Every single one of them.
This County in particular (if it ever wised up) could be on the cutting edge of the future. There is money to be made, there are cures to be had, there is pain relief at our fingertips. Open your eyes people. Why isn't it here where and when we need it?!
Previously, on the Daniel Webster Show, there was much strife and disarray. A standing room only crowd, a hint of violence seemed to be in the air and a quick getaway, was necessary by our rebuffed congressman. No discussion, no questions, no explanations. Nothing but the cutting of the ribbon for the local office, some bragging about his generosity, his humanity, and, he was done, fleeing for cover from the scary crowd.
Part 2, was much better. Seats for everyone, smaller crowd, and a very attentive audience. No signs allowed, however people in supportive tee shirts, are very much allowed. A clue to sign holders...put your sentiments on a tee shirt. You get to broadcast your views, if, you wear it.
This would be a "listening session". Mr. Webster took his seat at the head of the class, and, listened. He faced the audience and the mike was held by his assistant so that each person could have their say. He said, he would address all the issues at the end, after he was done, listening. I wondered how he would remember everything being said, but I figured he was like those excellent servers in restaurants that don't screw up your order.
Several people discussed having a one payer health care system, much like Medicare. Some discussed the environment, and the disregard this administration, has for it. People asked about his stance on Veterans. Public Education was brought up, more than once. (He believes in home schooling, so that would be a non-issue for him) The outrageous amount of campaign money donations, and our tax money being spent on the numerous weekends our president seems to require almost weekly for his trips to Mar-a-Lago.
Some were there just to kiss up. No other way to explain the gratitude felt for him for coming to hear his constituents speak. For them, no problems, no issues, just "Thank you so much for coming." Couldn't have been more humble if they knelt before him.
After those who wished to speak were heard, it was his turn to address all the issues brought up. I'll give him this. He is a seasoned politician. He deflected most of everything. He again told us how he donates his salary, gives much to charity, and is an all around good guy.
The highlight for some of us was when someone in the audience told him how pleased he was with how ethical and Christian the people now running our country are. Got a chuckle from many in the crowd. Others? They, nodded in agreement.
I was most impressed with the intelligent statements and questions from members in the audience, especially the several younger people there, who took off from work to participate.
He may be a nice man, but first and foremost, it was simply politics, as usual. Bland. Nothing to see here. Keep on moving.
I've met a number of people throughout my lifetime. We are introduced by others, or, we introduce ourselves. That is the initial, meeting. The greeting part, comes when we welcome another into our personal space.
Sometimes, these former strangers, become friends. Sometimes, the meeting is too one sided. The person, is only interested in themselves. There is no give and take. There is no interest in the other person. That particular person is there to sell their own product. Your product does not count to them.
Such was the case of the well publicized event to meet and greet our District 11, congressman, Daniel Webster. People came very early, hoping for a seat. A two-hour meeting, is a long time to stand when so many have physical limitations. The seats filled up immediately. We became standing room only.
We lined the walls, crowding together. When wall space was no longer an option, some hardy souls, picked places on the floor. When that space was also filled, people had to stand out in the hallway. We waited. Twelve o'clock came, and, went. So did the next ten minutes until the guest of the day, appeared from a private door.
He got the pre-requisite applause. Prayers were said as they always are, at these events. I remember hearing something about the separation between church and state, but, I must be mistaken. I used to think prayers should be a personal conversation with God. After going to so many political events, in Citrus County, I found out meetings must be prayed over, as a group. We pledged Allegiance to our flag. Our requirements met, we waited for the guest of honor to speak.
The audience was filled about fifty-fifty with those who were satisfied with the status-quo, and those who had issues with it. We listened. We were told about his personal generosity to our country. The donation of his salary to the national debt. Very commendable. Also, very self-serving. We, some of us, had questions.
When frustrations of the people became evident, due to some outbursts, he continued on, with his agenda, ignoring anything being said by the audience. When people are ignored, they tend to get insulted and react. The noise level, persisted, from both sides. Those participating, in the shouting match, out shouted each other.
I watched his face. His demeanor, facing a less than friendly crowd. The words, fight or flee, came to mind. He, fled.
A statesman, would be able to face down the crowd. He would have the ability to deflect the anger with authority and understanding. He would realize people need to be acknowledged. A statesman, elected by the public, should be able to handle diversity. There are very few statesmen in existence these days, if any.
The two-hour meet and greet was cut short in exactly twenty minutes, not fifty, as reported in the Chronicle. When the going got rough, he could not handle it. He is just another run-of-mill politician. Self serving, and nothing more. The ribbon was cut, heralding the opening of his new local office. We were told we could visit anytime with questions, providing we came on the two days a week when someone would actually be there. That ended the two-hour meet and greet. I know time flies these days. Two hours flew by. In twenty minutes.
I have a lot of company right now. In fact, I have half the country to be miserable with. The other half of the country is rejoicing. Our divide is like an earthquake fault line, but it's less of a line and more of a chasm.
How is it that so many people see things in a totally different light than everyone else does? I was not shocked at the outcome of this election. I never follow (or believe in) polls. I never answer them and know many others don't as well, so how can they be actual?
I would like to think I'm a positive person. I go for humor whenever I can, but truthfully, as with most comedians, there is a dark place behind the laughs. I have that proverbial cloud ready to pour some ice cold reality onto my head.
As the granddaughter of a pogrom survivor from Russia, I was raised to expect the worst so as not to be disappointed when it happened. Not an encouraging way to live, but the die was cast when I was very young. It followed me into adulthood and stays by my side still.
When people were optimistic about Hillary's chances, I was more like...yeah...but. For all the people who believed the hype about her responsibility for the ills of the world, I felt it was a witch hunt. Had this been the 1600's she would have been burned at the stake. There are people, too many obviously, who still want that. Her burning may have been more figuratively done, but it was accomplished.
I know she won more votes than Donald but that doesn't count in the electorate. For those of us who mourn the loss of rationality, we have things to cheer us up.
We have the company of half the Untied States, and a majority of people across the entire world. We have years of daily comedy routines to laugh at and about, but again, that humor has the bleakness of reality.
We live in historical times. The facts speak for themselves. The gap is getting smaller between sanity and madness. There is madness all around us and it's contagious. People are enraged on all sides.
Me? I'm just sad. This will take time. The stages of grief are very real. My grief is not that Hillary isn't president, it is that Trump, is. So for everyone out there who is thrilled at this outcome, I'll just wait it out...because, I have this cloud...and it's looking very ominous.
My phone rings a lot. If it isn't my family or friends, I don't answer. It is a pollster, a robocall, or a campaigner. I don't like campaigning. I don't like doing it and I don't like being the recipient of it. I apologize to all the hard workers doing this thankless and difficult job. You are amazing people.
Candidates are salespeople. The product is themselves. I want to hear what someone plans to do on the job, their platforms, their ideas, or their policies. I will agree with some, and disagree with others. I do NOT want to hear them or their constituents rip the other candidate apart, in order to make themselves look like they are right. If they need to convince us they are better than the other candidate, say why. Speak for yourself, not against the other.
If people are voting for their next president, they should have some knowledge of what is going on. If they do not, the why of their choice doesn't matter. I would not remind them to vote. They don't deserve the privilege. I've worked campaigns in the past. It's all encompassing, exhausting, and frustrating. It isn't as if people don't see the problems with their candidate. Most do, but still believe theirs is the better one. Each side doesn't understand how the other can feel the way they do.
We will get the president we deserve. It's obvious, especially, during this election, that people's beliefs in candidates, are extremely personal, as it should be. If they choose to ignore meanness, they have meanness in them. If misogyny is not a problem, they agree with it. If lying isn't such a big deal, they know, they lie too. A lying politician. How unique is that? It's probably a job requirement taught in school.
Politics 101: Skirt the truth.
This election, which has been harmful and hurtful to so many, has been toxic to each and everyone of us. People vote their parties, they vote their conscious, they vote for whom they think will actually help them, or they vote for what they believe to be the greater good. The uninformed voter, votes along side the informed one.
I listen to people and I'm amazed by the things I hear. Realities differ for each person. What one believes to be true does not actually mean it is, nor does it matter whether it is or isn't. If you believe something to be true, that IS your truth. Viewpoints tend to be rigid. We find something we identifywith, it becomes comfortable, and it becomes who we are.
For me, the problem comes when a person gets stuck, no matter what the political beliefs are. It is not a problem for them, just me. I find they build walls around their beliefs, and don't even allow a window to bring in outside air. Hearing some people talk, I know nothing would alter their opinion, and, why should it? They're entitled to the same freedom of choice that I have.
I have been so turned off to the constant barrage of nastiness from nasty people. There is a way to discuss politics when you're rational. Unfortunately, not enough people in the country are actually rational right now. It's the times, it's the Internet, it's the media. All of them contribute to the brainwashing of their audience.
Whether it's a product or a person being advertised, we the public, are susceptible. The news we're given by most TV stations is the news we want slanted in our candidate's direction. We like commentators who agree with us. We feel comforted in our beliefs when others feel the same way.
At this point, whoever is our next president, is exactly who we are meant to have. The voters will have spoken. Those with intelligence, those without, those with malice, and those who realize, whatever happens doesn't matter. We are not in control, and usually, neither is the president. We have to prepare for the outcome, and hope for the best. All of us. Both sides are anxious and can't wait for this to be over. If you're a praying person, this is the time. Not only for your candidate to win, but for our entire country, to be able to survive whatever the outcome may be.
Being a sleazeball, is probably genetic. Men and women are equally responsible for certain actions. Women can be just as crude and obnoxious as men, however, this conversation is about women who have been subjected to the unwanted attention they receive by simply walking down a street. Conversations between women have taken place in so many areas, since the infamous "bus reveal". We remembered what it was like being a young woman, going to work in the city, getting catcalls from the construction workers, getting thrown kisses and being called all kinds of crude words by some obnoxious Lothario, in his own mind.
Usually these silly men were in a group. Laughing with each other at the fun of it all. Pleased with themselves for being so cool. They intimidated the women who pretended not to hear them. They are an uninvited invader in a woman's space. They intrude with their stares and words.
Some women, and men too, are in situations where they are obligated to fend off advances, humorously if possible, when it comes from a superior. You cannot insult their fragile pride and lose the job you need. They are predators and they are weak.
I do not give a pass to Bill Clinton, or John Kennedy, or anyone else in powerful positions who use their power and celebrity to get what they want. Usually, though, they have willing participants. Power and money are aphrodisiacs. It is only the unwanted and uncalled for actions that are insulting. Women are not exempt. I've seen enough women, usually after a few drinks, who can be just as offensive as a man. I watched a drummer, someone I know, get his butt grabbed by a woman. He jumped and laughed it off just the way a woman is supposed to do. He didn't have a problem with it but found it annoying. I asked him if it happened often. Yes. Actually. All the time. I thought about the double standard. How outrageous it would have been, had it been reversed.
The simple act of walking down the street, minding your own business, being assaulted verbally, by someone, it's not a big deal, right? Except, for some, it is. People handle things in different ways.
When you're young, you're vulnerable. It's a frightening experience. Maybe not for all, but, for many. Your stomach clenches. You're slightly embarrassed by being made into a spectacle or being the brunt of someone's joke. You let it go because, it's not a big deal? Because you don't want the confrontation?
These seemingly, harmless acts, perpetrated by immature men, or women, without an ounce of class, will continue on as it has for years. They walk among us. The men who do this, and most men do not, need the feeling of power of make women uncomfortable.
What causes actions such as these? There is a particular breed of men who are pretty low down in the evolutionary scale. They grew up without respect. To feel powerful they must intimidate the weaker ones. A woman, to someone like that, is a thing, not someone's daughter, sister, or wife.
They are crude, rude, and juvenile. The person they are trying to impress is, indeed, impressed, but not in the way they think. There's an element of fear. On a crowded busy street, it isn't as bad as being in an elevator with someone like that, or being on a rush hour subway, where a touch here or there may be included. "Oops. Sorry. Crowded in here."
Most women, who remember the Anita Hill issue, knew exactly what she was talking about. It didn't matter, though because Clarence Thomas became a Supreme Court Justice in spite of it. A woman's words and accusations, have no credibility next to a powerful man. The same way Mr. Trump could become president in spite of his "locker room" talk and actions. Not a big deal they say. Stop whining, they say. You love the attention, they say. "They" are wrong. It's annoying. Give attention in a different way.
Fortunately, the vulnerable learn from their experiences. They learn how to handle this common occurrence in a world filled with unwanted intrusions. Men, if they continue this ridiculous behavior, are seen for what they are. We, females, who have had events like this happen know and can commiserate with all who have become before and after us who have been called insulting words, by men who are just joking around. It isn't a joke. It is an unwanted visit into person's personal space.
So, thanks for the memories, Mr. Trump. It reminded me, and so many of us, what jerks some guys can be. Having money or standing in the community, has nothing to do with whether a man or woman has any class. Character comes through, loud and clear. This crass behavior is simply overlooked for whatever other values people think this type of person has. The conversation is continuing. Men, and to a lesser extent, women need to grow up and keep their actions in check. Unfortunately, they won't. They feel entitled to behave in this manner. There is a victim in this. For those who don't see or have a problem with any of these actions, there IS NO problem. For the others, consider the source, and know you're not alone.
So let me get this straight. More than a couple of Trump supporters hate blacks, Muslims, gays, Jews, Mexicans, and anyone else unlike themselves but they are not racists or bigots. They are simply smarter than the Liberals (better known as Libtards to paraphrase) because Libtards are stupid. These people are not "deplorable". They are....discerning.
Their guy, is going to change the country into what it once was...great. He has this capability, because of his brilliance and business acumen. He is smarter than everyone because he pays no taxes. Only chumps (like the rest of us) need to contribute to the maintenance of what it costs to keep our land running, if not smoothly, at least, running.
He will block all the "bad guys" from getting into our divided but free country. Unfortunately, they are already here, and, they aren't all Muslim. Radical terrorists come in all forms. He will fix what is wrong. So what if he makes faces and insults everyone who disagrees with him. So what if he does and says outrageous things that have never been said or done before by a presidential candidate. So what if he vows revenge to his critics?
Fortunately, he has a great temperament. A WONDERFUL temperament. Easy going, spreads the love, wherever, and whenever he can. (Sometimes, when he isn't asked to) He is the healer of all that is wrong with this government. He does not have to answer to any of the self interest groups that politicians owe to their contributors, or so it has been reported. He is not a politician so he can do and say what he wants, and, he does. He is a reality TV star. He respects women more than ANYBODY. ANYBODY! Yes. He is special. In many ways.
Many of my Republicans friends are humiliated by this candidate, yet feel trapped into voting for him. There were so many choices. Yet, it was he that came out ahead of some of the more rational candidates. The media, social and otherwise, gets the blame for whatever has gone wrong in this election. It helped create this atmosphere of friends and families turning against each other.
At the end of every debate, I watched his family come up to the stage to gather round in adoration for a job well done. They stay up there surrounding him with accolades, ignoring those seated in the audience. He is, The Man. Their King.
The other candidate, better known as Killery, to those who gave liberals the creative word of Libtards, goes off the stage to greet the peasants in the audience. She is said to lie about everything. Her public service through the years, does not count. She is a politician who has lived her life fighting for causes she believes in. It is said, that If you disagree with her, she may very well have you killed off. She is a murderer. "They", the powers that be, said so. Would "they" lie? She will step over, or destroy anyone in her way. When her husband was caught cheating she went after the women he cheated with. Who does such a thing? Wait. I think I remember something about "a woman scorned....." But perhaps I'm mistaken. She is not allowed to feel what betrayed people across the world feel when they lash out at the "other" person. How dare she have a human common emotion?
I ask my friends who hate her, why? Well, they tell me, they hate her voice. They hate her face. A good enough reason, I suppose. At least it is to them. They say she is corrupt. She is a liar. (Unlike Trump) Who can argue with such valid points? I ask them, but what about him? Well, they tell me, they don't like him either. They are embarrassed by him, and, they do believe he's a mental case, but....he's still better than she is. At least, as far as they're concerned.
My Bernie friends would rather vote for people who will simply take votes away from her. Their candidates will not win. They hate her as much as any other typical hater. Anyone but her, they say. Some other friends say they will not vote. That way, whoever the winner is, will not be their responsibility or fault. Except that it is. It is the responsibility of us ALL.
Ask yourselves, truthfully, do you actually think politicians don't lie? Do you lie? Have you ever? This election is the most bizarre in my lifetime. Nastiness personified. (No pun intended) It will be over soon. Perhaps afterwards, the "non-deplorables" and the "non-libtards" can find some things in common with each other again. You know...like when the country was great! It's a joint effort. Done and created by all of us. I'd say, "It takes a village", but that would just create a new hassle.
There was a time I used to drive into Manhattan often.
There was a time that being stuck in traffic was just part of normal everyday living. There was a time that I was an aggressive New York City driver. That time has passed.
Years ago when I would see a Florida license plate on a car in NY, I knew to keep my distance. Take no offense Florida drivers. I'm one of you. Ny'ers throw caution to the wind. It's the only way to get from one place to another. You couldn't have fear. You made your presence known by your actions. In here, out there, horn honking, hurry up and wait.
I've been living in for Florida eleven years. When our snowbirds come for the winter, our "traffic jams" would be torturous to wait to make a right turn on a red signal. Oh, the agony of traffic.
Driving the way I used to, is not quite the same as riding a bike. Maybe it is simply my age. Knowing I'm not infallible whereas, thinking I was, was the norm.
My Brooklyn friend let me use her car this visit so that I'm able to get to Staten Island and New Jersey to visit all the people I need to see. (The ones that used to live in Brooklyn too.) Yesterday was my first day...on the road. My saving grace was that I have NY plates, so that my driving skills, or lack thereof, did not reflect badly on Florida.
Construction, double parked cars (on narrow streets) cars parked in no standing zones, trucks making deliveries, all contribute to hard work. Getting around traffic is a test of skills. It requires constant attention which used to be second nature to me. Now? Not so much. Stress. Anxiety. Lights. Cameras. Little or too much . . . action.
I'm on vacation. I will come home to recover. I love my friends. It's worth everything to be with them again. That includes the flying to get here, and dealing with the traffic situation. It isn't really that bad, unless you're a Florida driver, who forgot, The Way it Was, and still is.
I'm not a relaxed flyer. I like driving my own car. I like flying my own plane. Driving I can take care of. Flying? Uhhh, no. A pilot's license is not on my bucket list of things to accomplish. Therefore, I must trust someone else to transport me to far away places.
I'm not a world traveler for obvious reasons. (See above)
I fly as infrequently as possible. It is a problem to have control issues. Trust someone else? It takes a lot. You know...crappy childhood and all that. So here I sit at the airport, where my plane is already being delayed. Out of my control. See?
I picked a seat at the gate facing out. I see my fellow passengers and make up stories about them, in my head.
Everyone appears to be calm. Big deal. So do I.
A lady is singing and dancing (in her seat) to her young daughter. People are reading, on cell phones, and the guy next to me is playing Words with Friends. I listen to people talking. Some I can understand. Most, are what make up our melting pot.
A man is in a winter parka, hood and all. The terminal is warm. I know NY, my destination, is cold. Here? Not so much.
One lady went through her Lays potato chips and is now up to her pretzels, soda at the ready.
I don't see any celebrities. Not a Kardashian in sight. But, it is JetBlue. Just us regular folks. I like people watching. Some are scarier looking than others. Actually this is a pretty motley crew, to tell you the truth.
Potato chip lady is up to a bag of peanuts now. She really came equipped.
A new man has entered my scope. White hair and full bushy white beard. Before you think a jovial Santa wanna be, he has no mustache. I find that an odd look. It could be he's Amish, but, his clothes are....not.
Parka man is starting to pace in front of me. Hmmm. A parka. It's really warm here. Could he have a bomb under his furry hood? "Stop it!!" I tell myself.
A new man sat down. He has a red dot on his forehead. It is called a bindi. I know, because I just googled it. He's on the phone, speaking in foreign tongue. I can't eavesdrop. What's the point? I will focus on someone else now.
Wait! Is that Rick Scott? No. Just a tall bald guy with strange eyes. I should have known. Jet Blue? Remember?
Potato Chip, pretzel, peanut lady has stood up to dust off her numerous crumbs. How come I don't recognize anyone?
Oh, here's something new.
Hector the desk agent just explained the reason my plane is delayed is because it had mechanical difficulties earlier in the day. He said not to worry. Don't you love hearing that? For me, the UN-easy rider, not only do I have to worry about the pilot, now I have to hope the mechanics did their job correctly.
What is a person to do? Some deep breathing, of course. Some chair yoga? No. Draw attention to myself? I'm watching them. I don't want them watching me! It doesn't work that way.
Now they've announced a lost sweater, I have mine, and a found purse at the check-in counter. Once again, I have mine. My friends told me layers are crucial. I have long sleeves, sweaters, and a vest. Did I need a parka? I hope not. Parka man doesn't look like the sharing type.
A lot of pacing going on. Potato chip woman gave up and went to wash up in the restroom. Crumbs are one thing, greasy fingertips require soap and water.
Okay, down to the bottom wire. I will trust. On this day of the twelve anniversary of my sister's death, I got this. She's with me and she's making fun of me. I feel much better now. Getting ready to board the plane...the one that was repaired. Oy.
I've been seeing the most asinine commercials against the passage of medical marijuana (below). These commercials are made by the very rich (who want to be richer) Pharmaceutical and Liquor Lobbyists. They want to confuse facts with fiction. They want to frighten you with outrageous claims. The latest one, showing a virtual candy and cookie store filled with goodies that children can get into is, to me, an insult.
Are we not responsible adults looking to protect our children? I wouldn't leave my guns laying around for a child to find. I wouldn't be leaving the liquor cabinet in easy reach. I wouldn't leave prescription drugs out for a child to get into them. There are many things that need to be kept away from children. The responsibility, if you are the grown up, is yours. No one else's.
Marijuana would lessen the amount of money citizens and insurance companies, pay out for prescription drugs. These very same drugs, destroy as much as they help. Elderly people in particular, would benefit in many ways. Medication, otherwise known as drugs, is dispensed by the legal drug pushers. Doctors. This is not to say, we may still need, both. Medicine saves many lives. Opioids and the other over prescribed medications, put more money into the manufacturers pockets, and cause more addictions than pot ever did.
I am an advocate. Obviously. I know how it helps, and, in many ways. Why should anyone, of a certain age, be told what they can and cannot do for their own well-being?
We already know how it helps with many diseases. There are different strains made for different maladies. Research has been done. It's scientific. It's been proven over and over again. People need to read up on it.
The teens that use it, will continue to use it, no matter what. The younger generation, already believe they know everything, and have no clue, that they don't. We were all there once. They will learn from their experiences, as we learned from ours. I'm talking to, and, about adults.
My idea? You get your special Marijuana Card together with your Medicare Card. Wouldn't that be cool? Less money will be paid out by Medicare for the immense amount of prescribed drugs, and seniors will have something to look forward to. Medicare and Marijuana.
People will get sick less because they'll be happier in their lives. Who isn't happy when they feel good? Educate yourself on facts before you dismiss something you might have made an opinion on, through rhetoric you've heard.
I'm tired of watching and listening to people who do not think beyond their own preconceived notions. The ones who cannot get passed, what they were told years ago. Those stuck in age-old warped beliefs about this natural plant.
Nature gave it to us, government took it away. Everyone who wants smaller government should not have other people telling them what to do with their own choices. Period. Especially....us old folks.
Vote to legalize. When your time comes, you'll be glad to have the option. It is your own choice whether to use it or not. Just please don't take the right to choose away from those that would benefit now, as well as those in the future. One day, you'll be happy to have the freedom of taking care of yourself without someone else deciding how you can do it. Trust me. Would I lie? To you?
Author - Sheila Jacobs
Sheila is from Brooklyn, NY. worked in advertising, is an entrepreneur, and retired from the Dept. of Education. She has one husband, 3 daughters, 6 grandchildren, and 1 one dog. Coffee NOT tea is her beverage of choice.