Bacon is Love

Whether it’s going on fifty-five years ago or this very moment, life never gets better than having daughters and granddaughters around. It’s 7:03 and the only ones awake are Linda and Caroline and Papa, all three of us having amazingly slept past six o’clock, unheard of here. Caroline just asked, “Nana, will you cook bacon now?” so they’re in the kitchen.

The fragrance of bacon cooking will surely roust Charlotte. The girls always look forward to breakfast here, because Linda cooks bacon for them, which they don’t eat at home and which in fact neither Linda nor I eat. But beloved daughters and granddaughters get whatever they want. It’s just the way it is here.

Plus, Caroline is named for me. 

Thomas Carroll W+ loving +Time