In 2020 we were faced with how much the 1918 pandemic had faded from public memory. Pale Horse, Pale Rider by Katherine Anne Porter is the only fictional representation I can recall -- and when I first read it many years ago, I knew nothing about the 1918 flu.

Teaching the novel right now!

This afternoon for me! Getting so close to being ready to query.

Er, in Florida. Never understand how people are smug about Florida.

Agreed. When folks complain too much about winter, I remember the month I used to spend at Grandma's every summer in my childhood and how it was only bearable because I was a child going to both pool and beach every day.

Fair. But it happened.

I think he's going to be like Carter -- reevaluated over time.

Wow. I just deny the requests and ignore. I hope you're right, but judging by the scammers that try to prey on my mother on the phone, I'm afraid their numbers are legion.

They're really uncreative in what they think people want, aren't they?

As a natural blonde -- even at my age -- I've never really understood the fuss. It definitely suits your coloring, in any case!

Very good reasons.