Oh, so many, zingers.... Most of them hers. I've known & loved her voice since the first time I heard it, most likely as a baby (mom was a big fan). Witnessing any performance or cameo was always an absolute thrill.... Right now I can't even remember one schtick, and I know why. I had the distinct pleasure and honor of making her acquaintance at her birthday party some years ago. So now when I think about her passing, I can't even muster a joke, which she would have loved, I just see her face and feel her spirit (which was surprisingly gentle & coy). And with that, I'll just say:
Thanks Phyllis, for making myself & my life... Better.
We have one growing in the back yard that bore a peck or two of the pea-sized bittersweet fruit, so the old man picked 'em & I put 'em up...
After all was said & done, we got three quarts of syrup and three quarts of jam. The syrup is truly amazing, in seltzer to make soda, served over desserts like cobbler or on vanilla-fudge swirl ice cream (You'd just die & go to hog heaven!).
Then Last Night:
I made some fresh apple-mint jelly, which is not green, as some of you know, but a wonderful golden topaz color...