Many many years ago, I did go there as part of a road trip. I saw the kicky chocolate kiss street lamps. I did the tour, the whole factory tour, on a miniature roller coaster. I think I bought a mug. No, I bought postcards. I don’t care for peanut butter in my chocolate!

There is a big exhibition that occurs around my birthday. Many many years ago, friends would take me to the Beach Boys. The Endless Summer tour was, for awhile, endless. This year, all will be over by the time I get older.

Feminist issues – excuse me.
I looked this morning (afternoon) at a book I read many many years ago, before it became a movie and The Color Purple became tinged with other colors. Hollywood colors. The movie was good, too, but I was surprised this morning (afternoon) to read a few pages again – you know how one picks up a book from a shelf, gives it a quick once over, looks for a familiar or beloved part to re-read? – and smile at the rediscovery of the style I so enjoyed so long ago. I don’t read Alice Walker much any more. I should.