From Rags to Riches

At forty years old, lying on the floor alone and hung over, I realized that the party was over. It had begun back when I joined the celebration of the end of World War II. After years of our servicemen and women being away, we lifted our glasses to their safe homecoming. But when most people had put their glasses down, mine was still high in the air. I loved dressing up, going to parties, clowning around, and dancing. The excitement never stopped.