May, 1945
Yes, I do feel just peachy. That’s because I’ve had a howlingly good week. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The flowers are all in bloom. It’s a zippety-do-dah day!
May, 1945
The sun is out, spring is truly here and all is smiles.
I have sworn off certain fruits as of late which have spoiled. No matter how appealing, they have pits containing by no great surprise arsenic and cyanide.
Happy days ahead....