Oh no, how could you do this to me? I'm sitting here dreaming of a chopped liver sandwich, on corn rye, with fresh onions and horseradish, and a side of crisp pickles from Canters and I', living in Kentucky. Chickens must have livers here, but I sure haven't seen one.

Great piece and I thank you for writing it. Even without the chicken livers, I could have guessed your background by the way you raised your kids. As my grandmother used to say, traditions are the stepping stones that we follow when we are lost, scared or uncertain. I passed my traditions to my children, the same way you did. They read constantly, are great money managers, live well below their means, and lending their time and skills to others is a part of their lifestyles. Their stories of the people they meet, tell me we raised good people. What joy. :)