"How can you say revolting things like that, Ronald? I'm disgusted. Thedoctors are horrified and I'm disgusted."My husband shook his head, and said,..."Y'all don't understand me anymore.Y'all don't know what I'm going through."It was almost too much to bear. Not only does my Dartmouth-educatedhusband now have the outward appearance of a flirty young woman, he isapparently picking up young men at a community college and openly usingthe word 'y'all'. I suppose he will soon be using words such. Gary had seen me don the headgear and assumed I knew what I was doing. It was then that I learned that this was THE wrestling team, not merely a class for beginners. Papa had signed me up for the wrong instruction. I was not all that concerned with the mix-up but they were certainly annoyed. For me, only my pride had taken a fall. Gary’s move had captured my imagination. Could I too learn to move that quickly? And why had my body responded following my arm as I flipped over? I wanted to learn. We are beginning to catch glimpses of the Willamette Valley as we pass openings in the surrounding hills. The valley is open and inviting to see. Willy said that the reason for this is that it was the custom of the Indians in the area to burn the valley floor every year. Everyone is excited to be finally finishing our trip.We have finally arrived at the Willamette Valley! We pulled ashore at the first wide opening allowing us a clear view of the valley. There is a sandy island where the river. Sylviaset things in motion when she donated an assortment of dresses, blouses andjackets she bought last year but never wore; the process is due to continuethis afternoon when Janice drives us to Newcastle and we quarry EldonSquare for the latest separates and accessories. Although I can't seemyself strutting around in full '50s regalia just yet, my image willinevitably move in that direction. A girl well into her twenties ought notto come across as someone who's trying desperately to persuade.