I was listening this morning to the local NPR station and the Arkansas Biography segment came on. Today's featured Arkansan was...(drumroll please) Helen Gurley Brown. I admit, I read Sex and the Single Girl in college, along with Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique. On my own, mind you, as this gender specialist has never taken a women's studies course. (Shock, horror.) I thought Sex (the book!) was quaint and amusing; hard to believe it was one of the key manifestos of the sexual revolution. I was surprised by HGB's origins, although I shouldn't be - I suppose Bill Clinton is the other famously libidinous Arkansan.
I was finally reunited with my bag last night after 9:30pm, courtesy of an elderly gentleman who got lost several times (never mind that I live on a major thoroughfare) and who still had a number of bags to deliver. As Moroccans say: meskin ("poor thing").
If all of the rest of our stuff was here I wouldn't have felt so panicky. Normally I keep my travel stuff separate from my regular stuff. I travel so much that it's just easier to keep doubles of everything including the magic knickers. Alas, I was thwarted this time!