Oh, Shula, your beautiful story about your daughter and the wontons didn't just bring tears to my eyes, it left me crying. It said so much about brotherhood -- the kind that sees the person beneath the skin, the kind that elderly lady, and your entire family, seem to have knitted into their very souls. Gosh.
Shula, shula, it's so good to hear from you. Bill let out a yell and called me in to see that you had posted. Hurray!
If it's not an imposition, I too would like an update about how you're doing in a separate thread. You're often in my mind.