From humble beginnings...

What was I, a dust bowl baby?

Is there any wonder why I love a luxurious bath now? That’s my six foot tall mother, Hamlyn Lottie (Hale) Mills, and older sister (they were all older) Stephani watching me, the curly haired bathing beauty in the bucket. It makes so much sense to me now that, many years later, Jerry and Josh would take the ferry from Helsinki, Finland, to Tallin, Estonia, while I would opt to stay behind and have room service and enjoy the spa, like you do in Finland. There must still be some lingering trauma from that day above. I have a pic somewhere (yes, of my room service), but I’m too lazy to go look for it. This was taken in Homestead AFB, FL. Clearly, we were not in officer housing. That hair. I can activate those curls in ocean air…on demand…much to my chagrin. Circa 1957 maybe.