Anyone who knows me would never let me sing for my supper. I’m so off key, I’d be lucky to get scraps. Fortunately, I didn’t have to even hum a tune at the musical themed Aria Hotel in Prague. Instead, I was treated to a symphonic lunch of the finest Czech food in Aria’s Coda Restaurant. This meal was certainly one of the high notes on my trip to the Czech Republic.
As a Boomer, I claim Ozzie and Harriett, the Beaver and Donna Reed as friends. I whirled away countless hours hula hooping and can recall Jackie Kennedy’s and Priscilla Presley’s bouffant hair styles.
The 50s lifestyle of the Palmer family, my parents, two older brothers and me, smells of times past, perhaps with a pinch of Silly Putty. Our castle was a one-bathroom house and we owned one family car because Mom didn’t drive. We ate dinner together every night when Dad came home from work. And we didn’t know anyone who owned a dishwasher.