After arbitration, negotiation and damaged reputation, it appears that the war between Mona P. Fisher and myself has been resolved. We laughed, we cried, we did everything her way and that seemed to help a lot.. With the assistance of an old woman from a foreign country and a few days to think things over, the reconciliation went rather smoothly. I guess life is too short to let the small things ruffle your feathers, particularly at 65 and 82.9.
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