This is one of those beautiful things that is just meaningless but somehow meaningful, and that makes you laugh out loud with delight at the sheer serendipity of it all.
The date, in case that is too small to read, is January 29, 1960. It’s an evening edition of the paper, and there is a little front-page piece squeezed in down at the bottom.
You absolutely have to have hung around this blog for a while to understand why I am having trouble typing because I am laughing so hard.
It seems that Cathy Harris’ own Cleo has a whole lot in common with some other folks we know and love.
She got a deferred sentence too.
Livestocks get loose. 🙂
My very sincere thanks to the person who sent this to me, who probably had no idea it would make my whole day.