When I went away to sleepaway camp that summer, my mother not only cleaned and fumigated myroom but threw out all the cigars I had hidden inside the bell of my tenor saxophone.
Standing in a recently cleaned and dusted living room (probably cleaned in anticipation of my visit), I quietly place my yellow paper legal pad on the counter behind me.
With generous grant funding, we bought colorful furnishings and, on October 22, my friends and Icleaned the library, sorted and shelved books, and gave the room a comfortable and inviting feel.