One day, while Bitsy and I were living in Wichita, Kansas, I came home for lunch to find a round, black and charred spot on the kitchen floor. Of course, I knew what had happened. Bitsy was a smoker then and she had emptied a hot ash tray into the kitchen waste basket, caught it on fire and burned the floor but being a considerate husband I gave her an opportunity to explain by asking What happened? She calmly stated Would you believe spontaneous combustion? I replied, You dont even know what that means. She replied, Well, I know its not my fault! To be both quick witted and funny are great traits to have especially when your vocation is writing.
I have selected several of her columns for this book which will bring back memories to you, fill you with much laughter and perhaps a few tears, but most of all you will be entertained.