I believe I have found a spirit collegue of my mom, Mary Hedge. Lovely example of a knight jousiing for his mother!
It was twenty-four years ago when my mother took her last trip to Great Britain. She has yearned to return, and finally this year, in her 84th year, she convinced us to accompany her. She longed to see everything she had missed the first time. She wanted to visit the museums, see the Roman baths, see a play, maybe even take the train through the chunnel and visit France and Spain.
“There’s something about England that I love,” she says.
She likes to tell the story about the mustard. While in London, she bought a hot dog from a vendor on the street corner. She asked him to slather on some mustard, because she’s always been a huge fan of that tasty spread. He gave her a tiny dab.
“More please,” she said.
So he gave her another tiny dab.
“More, more,” she said.
So he gave her a…
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