Dear Miss Blue,

Here in the Village, clothes lines are forbidden! Can you believe that? Victorian sensibilities alongside the race for the moon! There are rules about the placement of laundry - delicate unmentionables are never to be displayed for others to see but must be placed between the towels, sheets, and other large laundry items so as not to suggest the intimate life of ones neighbor. Then there is the fear that all households might display less than attractive wearing apparel - worn out socks and other signs of poverty. Why, the property value of the neighborhood is at risk! Well, it goes on and on. Nevertheless, I will be attending the City Council meetings with a vengeance, arguing for clean, outdoorsy laundry! Just to create a choice, Miss Blue, not to forsake the dryer in the basement, of course! Once we are reminded of the smell of fresh air on the pillow, or on our clothing, the rush to the clothes line and the clothes pin bag will be unavoidable. And so I will persevere, of course.

Have I told you, Miss, Blue, of my additional interest in business? Well, yes, just in the last week I have entertained the idea of opening a luncheonette, serving some of the "old faithful" foods of the Depression years. Pearl's Diner. Just a joyful hour or so each day, serving others with my own friendly, simple recipes. Why, just today I sliced a russet potato, very thin, and fried it in oil and butter, with sea salt, and pickles and brownies for dessert plus a beverage of choice, served to my only customer. He did brighten my day with a darling smile.

Love from
Saturday's Pearl