One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
The fact that I used to fall asleep to this story when I was a toddler might explain a *lot* about me. I highly recommend it to both frighten and enchant your children.
And do you also remember Sam the Whaler where they go up the Hudson River and he calls out the names of the towns just like the commuter train conductors did? I bought that album back in high school and I hope it is still in my collection somewhere (not stolen.)
That’s funny – I was thinking of doing Sam the Whaler for next week!