![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Little did I dream in those days that halfway across the world beautiful people were picnicking in STYLE-even at night! My father did not know or care to know how to barbecue so it was always sandwiches, which I could have just as easily eaten indoors where ants weren’t crawling on them. Picnics were nothing but an ordeal to get through: weather (the Beiges never let a little cold rain stop us), poison ivy, bugs, indifferent food. When I was a kid I dreaded the words “Let’s have a picnic!”. ![]()
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