I’ll be the sandwich. Hold the mayo (I’m cutting calories)
a note from the publisher, Nancy Clark
I had the luxury of taking my folks with me for an overnight at The Broadmoor recently. When it comes to luxury, there’s no way to beat The Broadmoor’s five-star, five diamond status. But there was another luxury involved: that both of my parents are still living and able to take this little journey together.
We’ve spent 57 years together, my parents and me, and over that time we’ve learned where each other’s buttons are and how to push them. Some things never change and while the buttons are still on the remote, the pushing has subsided. We channel surf less; we actually agree on some things. I find myself saying things like my dad coined, or so I thought. Turns out every dad I knew had nearly the same repertoire.
I remember back to my first family trip to The Broadmoor for a convention. I was 12 and the oldest of four girls arriving for the first time with our parents. The ceilings and chandeliers captivated my attention. The doormen reminded me of a book I’d read from the library, “Eloise at the Plaza.” The grand meals with rows of forks and knives and real linen napkins that kept spilling to the floor were an introduction really to the possibility life held.
So being possible, we went back once more. I was the sandwich. Being the sandwich, even if only for 24 hours, is a chance to fast forward and at the same time rewind and replay. It’s like having total control over the remote.
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