Jodi Hester passes along an interesting report about life in Suburbia. Its central characters are Robert H. Fones Jr. and his two stepdaughters. Melanie and Michelle Higgens, aged 15 to 11 respectively.
The three were taking care of some errands and shopping in Vienna on Saturday, mostly things related to a small party that was planned for the Fones household that evening. Suddenly it dawned on Bob that he was low on Scotch.
Ordinarily when he needs a bottle, Bob stops at a store in the District on Friday. This time he had forgotten.
"Gosh," he said to nobody in particular. "I don't even know where the brooze store is in Vienna."
"I know where it is," piped Michelle from the backseat.
"Oh, good," said Bob. "Give me directions."
So Michelle told him to turn here and then turn there, and pretty soon they arrived at a small shopping center. "There it is," said Michelle, pointing to one of the stores.
The sign outside said, "P. L. Booze, Inc., Plumbers.
When I called to check out Jodi's story. Melanie answered the phone. I said, "This is Bill Gold of The Washington Post. May I speak to Mr! Fones, please?" There was a slight pause, then Melanie asked, "Are you selling The Post?"
I think I had better start using more items about 15-year-olds. My readership is obviously weak in that category.
Incidentally, Jodi had another news not for me. Any parent who has suffered through a long-winded graduation exercise will appreciate this.
When Jodi's second daughter, Kerri, was graduated from Annadale High School recently, Jodi trudged off to the ceremony ready for the worst. Imagine her surprise when the principal speaker turned out to be Mark Russell, one of the nation's first-rank humorists.
Says Jodi, "I hope he has another son or daughter graduating soon. He was great."