Overheard
One night back in he ’50s, my dad and I were watching the late movie on TV and trying to remember the name of the leading lady.
Mom was in the basement ironing, and just as she came upstairs with a basketful of clothes, my dad remembered the name of the actress.
“Irene Dunne,” he exclaimed.
“Are you kidding?,” my mother replied....
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