The Lovely Daughter called last night shortly after 11:00.For the past several months, her calls have come from places like Prague . . . Paris . . . Dublin . . . you get the idea.
Last night, there was a sudden interruption of our conversation as she exclaimed, "Yikes! That horse scared me to death!"
Out in a valley of the North Carolina Blue Ridge, counselors have to go to the edge of the camp late at night to make personal calls, so as not to disturb the campers with reminders of the high tech world they have left behind.
So one night her telephone background is Le Louvre; another, it's a horse pasture.
She's such a terrific young woman.
