Every once in awhile I just get lucky. This past week was one of those times. 
I should preface this by letting you know that I was born in Alliance, Ohio and lived there until I was 11 years old. My best friend (since we were 2-years old) was a wonderful person named Dorothy. She was really mad at me for moving to California and leaving her without her favorite playmate - a feeling she remembers to this day. This past week Dorothy, a couple other old schoolmates and I got together in Vegas for a wonderful time. We laughed so hard, I thought our cheeks would fall off. It was amazing to find that the bonds we shared as kids were still strong after 48 years.
Another great treat was getting to go visit our third grade teacher. Yes, she's alive! Seems to be the first question out of everyone's mouth. We had a fabulous lunch with Mrs. Siebert and her husband. Even after all these years, she's as wonderful as I remembered her to be.
We stayed at the Paris Hotel. Every morning Dorothy and Jackie ran downstairs to the little French bakery and bought fruit, pastries and coffee and brought them back to the room for a pajama party. I highly recommend it.
What a lift to my spirit those 4 days were! May we never forget those people who have been such an important part of who we are.
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