Bolton’s Babblings: The Marvelous Month of May
“How about a Maypole dance?” My Skype connection to Whitehorse was adequate at best, so Peter Jickling’s response seemed reasonable. “What?” “You know, cute kids in their fresh white shirts and smocked dresses, garlands of daisies in the girls’ hair as they dance around the Maypole. Who can resist a cute-kid pic, right?” “What?” Damn, …