Getting Carded by Helen Chappell
Not too long ago, a friend celebrated his 70th birthday with a surprise party at a local pizzeria. What in the world do you get for a man who is not only the big 7–0, but, when he needs something, goes out and hunter-gathers it for himself? It seemed as if the celebrants, aged 9 to 93, were united on the Card Question. Kemp must have gotten about 20 greeting cards from his many
friends, neighbors and family members. As he read them, he just beamed. Then he passed them around for everyone else to enjoy. I have to admit, I looked at the pictures on the front, read the copy inside and checked the signatures, just having a good old time. “It took me forever to pick out a card,” a friend confided. “I just go in the store and start looking
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