It was the evening before the Thanksgiving Holiday Weekend, and I was busy making pies and the like for the dinner the following day, when the phone rang. I answered and a young man's voice responded with, "Mom, it's me, I am down at the bus station. Will you come and pick me up?"
Not knowing what had happened that one of my 3 sons would arrive on the bus, I asked him, "well, who is this?"
The young man answered, "It's me, Mom, Joe."
I replied, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have the wrong
Mother."
