Ok everyone, this is some BIG news…….

I just heard on NPR that our ever so delightful government has lifted the ban on importing Mangos from India!!!!! Apparently , the Mangos we have been getting in this country are derived from the Indian Mango , which is, by all accounts, supierer. ( which goes a long way twards explaining why , when I was in England I had the best Mango EVER )

The report went on to say, in an interview with the first importer of Indian Mangos, that when you cut one up and ate it, you hands would then smell the delightful smell of Mango for the rest of the day and they are so lovely that hostesess in India will use them for centerpieces and display. I am all for eating the little darlings. Often.

So, if you ever want anything and wish to sweeten the request, it’s now Indian Mangos all the way! I love them more than BEES, gardens, pasta and Malena ( wait, scratch that last. I truly do love her more than Mangos. I just got carried away with delight for a moment . Sorry, Div!!!!! )

I am feeling a little reflective tonight. I just got a letter from a friend of mine who is, apparently, again in Iraq. She joined the Nationial Gaurd to help pay for college, and now she is over there, worried, scared, bored , and finding out more about really really weird insects than she ever wanted to know. I have always thought this war was a Bad Idea and that it was a Not Good thing, and I have seen the posters and stickers saying ” Support our troops ” but it never hit home before.

Now it’s my friend who is a Troop. I remember her as the sweet girl who was a Morris Dancer and would go for long walks with me thru the desert at night in Arizonia, leaping cactus , coyote and all. I can’t imagine what she is dealing with right now.

I sent her two boxes today , filled with comics, books, coffee, strange toys and soap and powdered Gatorade and citronella candles.

I want her to come home.

Mangos and Absent Friends,
Lorraine