Remember sleepovers? (With girlfriends I mean.) On sleepovers when I was young, we played lots of bridge, ate bowls of pretzels, drank too much Coca Cola, and gabbed into the wee hours of the morning.
I thought about sleepovers for the first time in ages when I
was staying with my cousin Joannie while visiting family in Buffalo.
When her husband Arnie announced he was going to bed early, Joannie and I got into our p.j.’s and talked non-stop way past my usual bedtime. The subjects were, of course, different, but the conversation about our lives was as intense as that of four teenagers in their p.j.’s.
More than sixty years ago.