It’s only when I begin to write today’s post that I remember that in 1987 we moved into a bigger house. So I add that to yesterdays’ post.
1988: The shoulder pad trend continues. Kathleen turns seven. It snows in Columbus. Cal goes on his annual golf trip with his law school buddies. In May I begin five months of planning for a trip to Paris. I buy a stack of new guide books and read them like novels. In July we all spend a week at the beach. Whitney Houston’s One Moment in Time is NBC’s theme song for the Summer Olympics. I’m still planning. I’ve never seen Chagall’s ceiling in the old Paris Opera House, so I read Rigoletto and buy a ticket. I want to see Monet’s garden. I want to speak only French. I book a guide for the museums. There are wills and trusts to write, carpools to drive, and school plays to watch. But in October, right after Bobby’s first birthday, I take off for a week in France.