Back in the 1970s when I was a little tyke, my mother belonged to an organization called “The Welcome Wagon”. They didn’t actually have a wagon (unless you counted our ugly green station wagon) but they did a heck of a good job of welcoming people into the neighborhood. Almost as soon as the moving van pulled away, a flock of ladies with casseroles, cookies and daiquiris would descend upon the weary neighborhood neophytes, doling out food, drink and a spirit of welcome.
Flash forward a quarter of a century. It is 2003 and I’ve just stumbled across this incredible … Continued