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    Crocheted Compliments

    I put my ‘tablecloth top’ on the other day. I call it that in honour of all those crocheted tablecloths of the 1970s. There were party plans and decorators draping these cloths over side tables and bedspreads. Oh, it was a weird time. I was just a kid, so I simply observed the weirdness of the adults around me, and their crocheted décor. It’s funny how the simplest things stay in your mind. Like how my tablecloth top has taken on another memory. We were travelling between states, back before coronavirus and border passes, and had left our motel early, as we usually do—Stew likes to get a few hundred kilometres…