PO Box 1980

My granddaughter is afraid of the dark. That's okay, because she is four. We put some stars on her ceiling--you know, the kind that store up the light and when you cut the power they shimmer. Now she looks forward to going to bed and turning out the lights. Halfway through the night, the stars go out, but that's not a big deal, because if they get another shot of light, they're good for the rest of the evening.