<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:35:20.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye On Monticello</title><subtitle type='html'>Through the Eyes of DiDi Bannister-Stoner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-6715059101696101712</id><published>2011-01-21T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:43:50.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple Doesn’t Fall Too Far...</title><content type='html'>“Charlotte!  What happened to your eye?!” exclaimed DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s nothing,” said Charlotte nervously.  “I’m just clumsy… I tripped on the area rug when I got out of bed this morning and banged my head on the armoire when I tried to catch my balance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, that’s quite a shiner,” said DiDi.  “How do you feel?  Have you been to the doctor? Do you need me to take you?  Would you rather cancel the meeting for another time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In answer to your questions," said Charlotte: “Fine...Yes...No... and NO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you’ve been to the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, not exactly,” said Charlotte.  "Clive called her right after it happened and I’m following the instruction she gave him...to keep ice on the eye and just ‘shake it off’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shake it off?” asked DiDi.  “That was her professional advice?  What does that mean, exactly?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you know," said Charlotte,  “Not to take it – or myself – so seriously...to just get on with things as normal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Un, hunh...” said DiDi, trying hard not to sound suspicious, “you said Clive talked to her...did you get to talk to her at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I talked to her and that was enough,” said Clive, suddenly appearing from around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, DiDi checked her concerns and turned on the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Clive, I’m sure you attended to Charlotte as devotedly as any husband could, but it’s a MOM thing, you know?  We Moms tend to be very protective...even of other people’s children.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, no, I don’t know, actually, since I was sent to off to boarding school at a very early age...but I do look forward to finding out someday, soon, when Charlotte becomes a mother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Charlotte! Are you...?”  asked DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no...not yet,” said Charlotte shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s certainly not for lack of trying, is it, darling?”  said Clive with a smile (that looked almost like a sneer), as he kissed Charlotte on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, ladies, this morning’s incident has already made me late for my meeting, so let me say ‘adieu’ and be off.   DiDi, I trust that I’m leaving Charlotte in good hands with you since you’re a...mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow “mother” lost all its maternal feelings when Clive said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure thing!” promised DiDi, attempting an ingratiating smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive turned to DiDi to shake her hand.  Suddenly DiDi saw an opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate to be a ‘mother’ again, Clive, but hold still for a minute; it appears that in attending to Charlotte, you were unable to properly attend to yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s nothing, just a few stray hairs on your shoulder...here, let me brush them off for you.  We can’t let Skye and Raven Whitney’s son-in-law go to a meeting un-groomed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Clive could protest, DiDi swept into action...literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping two stray hairs from Clive’s shoulder, DiDi quickly linked arms with him and began walking with him to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you go...now you’re perfect,”  said DiDi, as she opened the door and ushered Clive out.  “And don’t give Charlotte a second thought, I’ve got everything under control.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing the door, DiDi leaned against it and pulled a plastic sandwich bag out of her pocket. Tucking Clive’s two stray hairs carefully inside, she gingerly tucked it back into her pocket and strolled confidently back into Charlotte’s library, assured that her true mission had been accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, Charlotte, m’dear...where were we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-6715059101696101712?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6715059101696101712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-doesnt-fall-too-far.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/6715059101696101712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/6715059101696101712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-doesnt-fall-too-far.html' title='The Apple Doesn’t Fall Too Far...'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-1096274952296274616</id><published>2011-01-14T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:30:29.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit from the Poisonous Tree</title><content type='html'>Despite not wanting to, DiDi, Chris and Mitzi believed what Alicia Van Dine just told them…that her brother, Louis, had had some of his cellular DNA cryogenically preserved before he died in the hopes that he could be someday cloned…and that that day had happened 28 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science had finally caught up with science fiction…the timeline was even documented when they went online to do some research on cloning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloning Milestones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1938&lt;br /&gt;Cloning envisioned. Dr. Hans Spemann (Germany) proposed an experiment to remove the nucleus from an unfertilized egg and replace it with the nucleus from a differentiated cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1953&lt;br /&gt;Structure of DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid) discovered by Francis C. Crick (U.K.) and James D. Watson (U.S.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970&lt;br /&gt;Dr. John B. Gurdon (U.K.) clones a frog by transplanting the intestinal cell of a tadpole into an enucleated frog egg, which develops into an adult frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973&lt;br /&gt;First successful gene splicing (recombinant DNA) by Paul Berg and Stanley N. Cohen (U.S.). A major breakthrough in genetic engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1978&lt;br /&gt;Birth of first child, conceived by in vitro (literally “in glass”) fertilization to Leslie Brown (U.K.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980&lt;br /&gt;U.S. Supreme Court rules that a genetically created new bacterium (a non-natural man-made microorganism) may be patented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Steen M. Willadsen (Denmark) clones a lamb from a developing sheep embryo cell. His experiment is repeated by other scientists who clone a variety of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ned First (U.S.) clones calves from cells of early embryos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995&lt;br /&gt;Drs. Ian Wilmut and Keith Campbell (U.K.) create the world's first cloned sheep, Megan and Morag, from embryo cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ian Wilmut and his team clone the world's the first sheep from adult cells. The lamb born in July 1996 is named Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at Oregon Regional Primate Research Center (U.S.) create first primates—two rhesus monkeys named Neti and Ditto—from DNA taken from cells of developing monkey embryos. They are not genetically identical because two different embryos were used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997&lt;br /&gt;A team led by Drs. Ian Wilmut and Keith Campbell (U.K.) create the first sheep with a human gene in every cell of its body. The genetically engineered lamb is named Polly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gerald Schatten (U.S.) leads a team of researchers who become the first to create a clone (Tetra, a rhesus monkey) by embryo splitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Xiangzhong Yang leads a U.S. experiment to clone calves from frozen cells taken from a Japanese bull. The experiment is successful and proves that cells can be stored for later cloning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;The first patents for cloning are given to the scientists who cloned Dolly, giving their company, Geron Bio-med, exclusive right to the technologies they used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;Japanese scientists clone a baby bull from a bull that was a clone itself, the first re-cloning case involving a large mammal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;Five piglets are cloned by a company the eventually wants to reproduce organs for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at Advanced Cell Technology in Massachusetts clone human embryos for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;President Bush limits federally funded human embryonic stem cell research to stem cell lines that have already been created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;A cat, called C.C. for “carbon copy” is cloned by a company that wants to go into business reproducing pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;California becomes the first U.S. state to approve a law legalizing the therapeutic cloning of embryos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;Britain becomes the first country to issue research licences for human embryonic cloning to create stem cells. It specifies therapeutic, not reproductive, cloning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;Britain announces the first embryonic stem cell bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;South Korea clones a dog names Snuppy, Dogs are considered particularly difficult to clone because of the complex reproductive biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0193002.html#ixzz1Ay323OHi"&gt;Cloning Milestones — Infoplease.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that’s just the stuff that was documented,” thought DiDi, driving over to Charlotte Whitney-Dosvanmangia’s house the following week, “God only knows what was going on that the scientists didn’t let us know about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest doubt DiDi had was that the clone would have been delivered to full term around 27 years ago, however Charlotte’s husband – the alleged clone – appeared to be much older.  But, as Alicia had explained…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remember, it’s a COPY, so there’s bound to be some degeneration of the original DNA material.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made sense...it also made the prospect that much more terrifying.  Because if the exterior was so noticeably degenerating, what was happening on the inside?  In particular, what was happening with his mind?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens when the mind of a crazed degenerate degenerates&lt;/span&gt;?  DiDi shuddered at the prospects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, here she was, driving over to Charlotte’s, ostensibly to interview her about the upcoming Valentine’s Day fundraiser benefiting the Heart Association, but in truth, to find something of Clive Dosvanmangia’s that might have his DNA on it that she could get to the lab to verify Alicia’s story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte was spearheading the event and DiDi was going to do a feature article about it for her column in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monticello Gazette&lt;/span&gt;, the newspaper that Skye Whitney owned.  She‘d asked Charlotte if she could interview Clive, as well, since he was making such a large financial contribution to the project and Clive had agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiDi took a deep breath as the gates opened to the exclusive Wonderland Estates.  She would have to draw on all her skills as a former attorney, whenever she had to call a lying witness’ bluff in the courtroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm and composed…just stay calm and composed,” she kept telling herself as she walked up the stairs and pressed the doorbell of Charlotte’s mansion.  Within seconds, an unnerved Charlotte opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Charlotte!  What happened to your eye?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Be Continued…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-1096274952296274616?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1096274952296274616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/fruit-from-poisonous-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/1096274952296274616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/1096274952296274616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/fruit-from-poisonous-tree.html' title='Fruit from the Poisonous Tree'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-8955077757781748478</id><published>2011-01-07T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:26:38.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Auld Lang Syne -- Will She “Tak’ a Cup o’ Kindness“…Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;The ringing in  of New Year’s Eve had seen DiDi making a toast to Chris Egan and Gavin Wiley in  celebration of their marriage… and pondering what to do with the information  Alicia Van Dine had presented her just a few short weeks before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She was glad  that Chris and Mitzi had been with her to witness what Alicia had to say,  otherwise no one would have believed it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;FLASHBACK  TO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“So, basically,  that’s it, ladies,” said Alicia contritely (and seemingly sincerely).  “I take  full responsibility for my nefarious activities of the past and I’m trying to  make restitution not only for my sins, but also for my brother's, with what I  have to tell you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Before his  death, my brother Louis had some of his DNA frozen in anticipation of the time when  the technology for cloning humans would be perfected.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Transfixed by  what they had just heard, DiDi, Chris and Mitzi sat there speechless… a highly  unusual state for this usually talkative trio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I’m not quite  sure how to read the looks on your faces,” said Alicia, “but it’s imperative  that you believe me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chris was the  first one to snap out of it:  “Are you kidding me?  After all the havoc you  reeked on this town…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And with all of  your lies and deceit…” interrupted Mitzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Do you REALLY  expect us believe you?!” concluded DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“In all honesty,  no I didn’t,” said Alicia.  “That’s why I brought you proof.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, this  oughtta be interesting,” Chris chortled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Are you  trying to tell us that modern technology has unleashed a baby Louis Van Dine on  us somewhere?” asked DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, I saw that  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcNS5Gxut8c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;in a movie once&lt;/a&gt;!” exclaimed Mitzi.  “It was really scary… couldn’t sleep for days  afterwards.  John Rubinstein was in it, though… I had the biggest crush on him  ever since I saw him on Broadway in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pippin&lt;/span&gt;…but it still gave me  nightmares.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In unison, Chris  and DiDi both admonished: “Mitzi!!!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Sorry, I just  got a little carried away,” said Mitzi.  “Alicia, please, continue.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Nooooo,” said  Alicia slowly,  “he’s not a baby.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“What are you  saying?!”  DiDi asked anxiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“It was almost  thirty years ago that Louis embarked on a quest to clone himself when he  discovered that he was infertile and would never be able to have children the  regular way.  Every couple months he would go to Switzerland where he’d have  cells scraped from the inside of his cheek so that scientists could begin  experimenting.  He was hoping to see himself cloned before he died.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And?” asked  Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“It didn’t  happen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Thank God,”  said DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Before he died,  that is.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Again, the women  were transfixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Shortly after  Louis’ death, cells were successfully cloned and impregnated -- or I guess  ‘incubated’ would be a better term -- into seven young women.  Six of them  miscarried… but one of them carried to full term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Fortunately, I  was able buy off someone in the lab to destroy the remaining cloned cells so  that there could never be a second go-round at it,” said Alicia,  “but  unfortunately, I lost track of the woman who gave birth.  Louis left  instructions to a cadre of his followers on what to do once a clone was born…and  more than enough money to have his wishes carried out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“These people  were all as crazy as my brother…just waiting for the “reborn” Louis Van Dine to  reach adulthood so that he could fulfill the ’original’ Louis’  plan of world  domination.  I’ve spent my life trying to track this woman down.  She died last  year…but the boy…or rather, the man now lives in Monticello.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yikes” squeeled  Mitzi, “this is even scarier than the movie!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes, it is,”  said DiDi, suddenly very calm -- as the before an impending storm --  “because  it’s real.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You said you  had proof,” said Chris, “where is it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I want you to  swab the inside of my cheek for DNA and take it to a lab so that you have your  own results.  Meanwhile, you need to collect a sample from my brother’s clone  and take them to a lab so that you can compare the results.  They should be a  match and prove to you that I’m telling the truth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And from whom  exactly are we supposed to collect this sample?” asked DiDi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You met him the  other night, DiDi…you were in his home. He’s Sky and Raven’s son-in-law…he’s  married to their daughter, Charlotte.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;TO BE CONTINUED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;*   *   *   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Six-Degrees-of-Separation Trivia:  Irving Allen Lee, who played Det. Calvin  Stoner on EON co-starred on Broadway with John Rubinstein (who appeared in the  movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys from Brazil&lt;/span&gt;, that Mitzi refers to) when he took over the role of   “Leading Player” from Ben Vereen in the Pippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-8955077757781748478?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8955077757781748478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-auld-lang-syne-will-she-tak-cup-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8955077757781748478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8955077757781748478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-auld-lang-syne-will-she-tak-cup-o.html' title='For Auld Lang Syne -- Will She “Tak’ a Cup o’ Kindness“…Yet?'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-8488003553334006098</id><published>2010-12-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:15:16.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiramisu Thickens…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And I haven’t even had anything to drink!”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Trying to look nonchalant, DiDi, quickly rescued her phone from the tiramisu  and wiped it off with her napkin while attempting to regain her composure.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hello…are you still there?”  she asked, putting the phone back to her  ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TQj3jgg0m7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/kyQbUf1cC_g/s1600/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TQj3jgg0m7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/kyQbUf1cC_g/s200/chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550958730129218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes…what happened?” Alicia asked anxiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, I’m having lunch with my friends Chris and Mitzi.  After a couple  glasses of wine, I guess I just got a little clumsy and ended up dropping my  phone into my dessert.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“But, DiDi,” said Mitzi, “you didn’t have any…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Off of DiDi’s sharp look of consternation, Mitzi thought better of  contradicting her and didn’t finish the sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Do they know it’s me that you’re talking to?!” asked Alicia with  alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Uh…nooo,” replied DiDi, hesitantly, “why is that important?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I’ll explain everything later, when you’re alone.  Can I call you  later?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; DiDi hesitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“DiDi…DiDi?  Are you…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I’m thinking about it,” DiDi replied. “Don’t rush me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, we don’t have a lot of time,” said Alicia urgently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Look,” snapped DiDi, “I told you I’ve had a couple glasses of wine…at  least give me a chance to clear my head.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chris and Mitzi exchanged looks of concern mixed with curiosity…wondering  what in the world was going on…and who the usually unflappable DiDi could  possibly be talking to to make her lose her composure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You’re a lousy liar, DiDi,” said Chris calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“What?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I heard you when you dropped your phone and said  you hadn’t had anything  to drink,” said Alicia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alicia’s challenge triggered DiDi‘s “mama bear protecting her cub” mode and  she could no longer retain her equanimity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You’re calling ME a LIAR!?” she hissed into the phone.  “Wow, that’s a  helluva lot of nerve coming from you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now Chris and Mitzi were seriously concerned: “Is everything okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What’s  wrong, DiDi?”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, God…you’ll never be able to keep this from them now,”  said Alicia.   “I can hear Chris and Mitzi in the background…they’re already  suspicious.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Right,” said DiDi, “and since you’ve already discerned that I’m a terrible  liar, what do you propose to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Look, can I meet you at your house in an hour?”  asked Alicia. “And now I  think it’s probably best that you bring Chris and Mitzi with you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You have yet to give me a good reason…actually I need two good reasons,”  said DiDi.  “One, WHAT is so important that you have to tell me; and two, WHY I  should believe you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“In answer to your last question…I’ve changed, DiDi, and I…I have a lot to  make up for.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“That’s an understatement,” snorted DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes, I know,” continued Alicia, “not only for myself, but to try and make  restitution for at least some of what my brother did…especially to you.  I’m  sorry but that’s the best reason I can give for why you should believe me.  Now  YOU have to decide whether or not to do so.  If you don’t …well then, the answer  to the first question is moot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The sincerity in Alicia’s voice made DiDi want to believe her, but she  still wasn’t sure.  There was only one way to find out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Okay, I’ll meet you at my house in an hour.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“What about Chris and Mitzi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I don’t know, I’ll have to ask them.  Do you need my address?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“No, I’ve got it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Okay, see you in an hour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before Chris and Mitzi could bombard her with questions, DiDi beat them to  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Look, I’ve got to be back at my house in an hour.  I don’t know how you  two are gonna feel about this, but you’re both welcome to come with me…to meet  with Alicia Van Dine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; There is a moment of hesitation and then a sudden…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Check please!” said Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes!” said Mitzi to the waiter,  “and can we please get a triple order of  tiramisu to go?!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5UpuxfYXag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5UpuxfYXag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christian-movie.com/images/Chris_Weatherhead_Clarence_Felder_Folly_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.christian-movie.com/images/Chris_Weatherhead_Clarence_Felder_Folly_Beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What's Christ Weatherhead who played Alicia Van Dine doing today?  Click &lt;a href="http://www.christian-movie.com/all_for_liberty_movie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE ON MONTICELLO  is going on hiatus for the holidays and will return with a new episode on  Wednesday, January 5.  Meanwhile, I invite you to leave comments on how YOU  predict “The Mystery of “Wonderland Lane” will be resolved! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, if you’d  like to keep the EYE ON MONTICELLO blog series going, please forward it to  friends and ask them to post it on their face book pages and blogs so that we  can build circulation. This time off will give them an opportunity to catch up  and read the earlier episodes.  A number of you have emailed me of your desire  in seeing classic episodes of EDGE OF NIGHT make a return on cable TV.  I can  assure you that a large circulation of EYE ON MONTICELLO will capture the  attention of sponsors and maybe we can make that happen… Something to aim for in  2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meanwhile, have a  safe, joyful, fun-filled holiday everybody!  &amp;amp; C U next year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;XO,  Mariann/"DiDi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-8488003553334006098?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8488003553334006098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiramisu-thickens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8488003553334006098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8488003553334006098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiramisu-thickens.html' title='The Tiramisu Thickens…'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TQj3jgg0m7I/AAAAAAAAEN4/kyQbUf1cC_g/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-7556591771839778463</id><published>2010-12-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:45:53.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Walks Like a Duck and Talks Like a Duck…Then?</title><content type='html'>“Okay, now,” said Mitzi, “explain it to me again…how did you end up spending Thanksgiving on Wonderland Lane with the Whitneys and a bunch of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Android_%28robot%29"&gt;androids&lt;/a&gt;?!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZheiyEt_eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZheiyEt_eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t say they WERE androids, Mitzi, I just said that several of the women at Raven and Sky’s daughter, Charlotte’s, dinner party seemed to ACT like androids,” said DiDi, “…including Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Weird,” said Chris. “By the way, you haven’t touched your wine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m driving, remember?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, right, but I’m walking, so…” said Cris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I’m DiDi’s designated passenger!” interrupted Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here, Mitzi, you can have my glass” said DiDi, “and Chris, you take what’s left in the bottle…it looks like there’s at least another glass-full in there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks,” said Chris, “because I think I need some more alcohol to help me wrap my brain around what you just told us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you get to touch any of them?” asked Mitzi. “What did they feel like? Were they cold…or 98.6 degrees like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, you two, let me apologize for my choice of words sending your imaginations into a tailspin,” sighed Didi. “They weren’t robots! They just acted a little odd, that’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like, how?” asked Mitzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="padding: 0px; margin: 20px; float: left;" class="pplimg" alt="Lela Ivey" src="http://theatre.msu.edu/images/headshot/LelaIveyLG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, for one thing, there were about half a dozen women who seemed to  never stop smiling…and they were all so agreeable about everything.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Do you think there was something in the food?!” asked Mitzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, we all ate the same thing - which was delicious by the way; I  don’t think I’ve ever had stuffing that was so moist and flav…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Enough about the food, already!” Mitzi squealed. “I want to hear more  about the robots!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Mitzi, next time I’m drinking and YOU’RE driving,” DiDi retorted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Sounds like a plan,” said Chris, pouring the remainder of Mitzi’s wine  into her own glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You’re right,” sighed Mitzi.  “As much as I love THE TASTE of a crisp  Chardonnay with a great plate of creamy fettuccini, I forgot about the effect is sometimes has on me.  Have I been too 'chatty'?"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/48P5uAMCjv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/48P5uAMCjv0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You’ve been just fine,” laughed DiDi. “But back to the story -- no, I  don’t think the food was doctored up with anything…except maybe a little too  much nutmeg in the eggnog.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“So, what do you think it was?” asked Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;As if on cue DiDi’s cell phone suddenly began to vibrate on the  table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hmmm…I don’t recognize this number,”   said DiDi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“It might be the mechanic,” said Mitzi.  “I forgot my phone, so I gave him  your number to call me about what needed to be done on the car and when it would  be ready.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, okay,” said DiDi picking up the phone to answer it.  “But you’re in no  condition to get behind the wheel of a car, today.  So if Cliff can’t drop you  off tomorrow, I’ll come by and pick you up and take you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Thanks, DiDi, you‘re a real pal.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And you’re smashed…Hello?”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hi, DiDi, I got your number from Charlotte. Please don’t hang up…this is  Alicia Van Dine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Freeze frame: On DiDi’s shocked face as her cell phone slips out of her  hand into the remains of her &lt;a href="http://www.recipetips.com/recipe-cards/t--2990/tiramisu.asp"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(77, 58, 50);font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:11px;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; padding: 10px; font-family: Verdana,Arial; color: rgb(77, 58, 50);" class="padAll" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; color: rgb(21, 40, 34); text-decoration: none;" class="side" title="http://www.recipetips.com/recipe-cards/t--2990/tiramisu.asp#" href="http://www.recipetips.com/recipe-cards/t--2990/tiramisu.asp#"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img title="http://www.recipetips.com/recipe-cards/t--2990/tiramisu.asp#" alt="http://www.recipetips.com/recipe-cards/t--2990/tiramisu.asp#" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/recipe/dessert/tiramisu.jpg" width="288" border="0" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theatre.msu.edu/Department/People/Lists/"&gt;Click here for an update on Mitzi Martin’s alter ego, actress Lela Ivey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-7556591771839778463?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7556591771839778463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-it-walks-like-duck-and-talks-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/7556591771839778463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/7556591771839778463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-it-walks-like-duck-and-talks-like.html' title='If It Walks Like a Duck and Talks Like a Duck…Then?'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-3254409956823458115</id><published>2010-12-03T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T06:27:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Everything There Is a Season....</title><content type='html'>Back from spending Thanksgiving in Puerto Rico with Gavin, Chris couldn’t wait to tell Mitzi and DiDi her exciting news.   They’d decided to meet for lunch at Froman On Main, a popular eatery on the old site of Syd’s Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R4OPjQ5hbNI/AAAAAAAAANU/kTx7FUzJTO0/s200/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R4OPjQ5hbNI/AAAAAAAAANU/kTx7FUzJTO0/s200/chris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As per usual, Chris was the first to arrive. She picked out a sunny corner table, ordered a glass of sparkling water with a twist of lime and settled in to check messages and email on her Blackberry while she waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s my fault that we’re late,” said Mitzi rushing in and leaning over to give Chris a quick hug. “The check something-or-other light went on when I started my car and I didn’t want to risk it conking out on me, so I drove it straight to the mechanic’s and DiDi picked me up over there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, where is she now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, she dropped me off  before she went to park the car because she knew you were waiting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the restaurant has valet parking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, yeah…for seven bucks,” Mitzi retorted.  “But you can get three hours of free parking in the mall across the street.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mitzi, the valet is only five bucks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but you’ve still gotta tip the guy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you don’t, that’s why you pay for the parking,” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, you do,” insisted Mitzi, “That money goes to the restaurant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right…to pay the attendant’s salary.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s probably minimum wage and not enough to live on,” countered Mitzi, "So…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotting DiDi entering the  restaurant, Chris was relieved to interrupt the conversation to wave her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DiDi…as usual, you’re right on time,” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, if that’s a dig for being late, I have a perfectly good excuse,” said DiDi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Noooooo….trust me I was being absolutely sincere,” said Chris. &lt;a href="http://santabarbara-online.com/Joen2-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 290px;" src="http://santabarbara-online.com/Joen2-17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, Chris and I were having a discussion and…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God!” This time it was DiDi’s turn to interrupt. “Is that…is that..?” she stammered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely,” said Chris with a grin,  “Gavin and I are engaged!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!” squealed Mitzi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will not,” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t mean it literally,” said Mitzi, befuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Mitzz, I’m just kidding with you,” said Chris, laughing.  “Come on, gimme a hug!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next several minutes the three women laughed and hugged and “ooh-ed and aaahh-ed” over Chris’ heirloom engagement ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6PVmIf5_g0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6PVmIf5_g0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It belonged to Gavin’s mother,” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s beautiful,” said DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stunning!” said Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who-d a-thunk it?” said Chris. “Marriage was never a goal of mine.  I love my work and my friends and I’ve always been content whether there was a man in my life or not. So, to be getting married again in my fifties…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gloria Steinem didn’t get married till she was in her sixties!” chimed in Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway,” Chris continued, “it kind of caught me by surprise; but it just feels right, ya know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, sweetie, I know,”  said DiDi wistfully.  “Oh, Chris, I’m so happy for you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I hope you know how happy I am too,” said Mitzi.  “So waddaya say I order a bottle of champagne to make a toast?  And while we’re at it, can we order lunch, please, because I’m starving!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mitzi called the waiter over, Chris turned to DiDi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so much for my good news, you’re up next. How was Thanksgiving with Cal and your soon-to-be daughter-in-law and her parents?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold on, the waiter is coming over…let’s get our order in, first, and then I want to hear all about it, too,” said Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said DiDi, “there was a snowstorm, so I wasn’t able to get there till the weekend, but her parents were lovely…just as warm and sweet as she is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you weren’t able to get out of town, then how did you spend Thanksgiving Day?” asked Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, gee, DiDi, I hope you didn’t have to spend it all alone!” said Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I definitely wasn’t alone,” said DiDi, “but let’s have lunch first and salute Chris’ engagement and celebrate the season…and the fact that I already have all my Christmas shopping done.  We can talk about how I spent the holiday later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm…” said Chris, her private investigator’s instincts kicking in.  “Sounds to me like there’s a lot more to this story.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If they only knew,” thought DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHvf20Y6eoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHvf20Y6eoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-3254409956823458115?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3254409956823458115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-everything-there-is-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3254409956823458115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3254409956823458115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-everything-there-is-season.html' title='To Everything There Is a Season....'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R4OPjQ5hbNI/AAAAAAAAANU/kTx7FUzJTO0/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-3905513830910766054</id><published>2010-11-25T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:54:24.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks…and Glory Be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, it wasn’t quite the happy Thanksgiving DiDi had expected, but she was  determined to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her plans had been to spend Thanksgiving with Calvin, Jr. and his new  fiancee at her parents’ home in Wichita.  But an unexpected snowstorm had canceled all planes landing and taking off from Monticello Municipal Airport.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Looking out the window and the continuous downfall of snow, DiDi recalled  how -- when Cal had introduced her and Calvin to his new girlfriend, Nikki --  her “mother’s intuition” immediately told her that Nikki was “the one.”  Two  years later, she was proven right when the couple announced their engagement.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The plan was for the parents of the prospective bride and groom to spend  Thanksgiving together as an inaugural celebration of the blending of their  families.  DiDi thought about how much Calvin, Sr. had been looking forward to  this Thanksgiving…and how much she was dreading going to Wichita without him.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;But God works in mysterious ways.  Thanks to the unforeseen circumstances  of the weather, she’d been spared having to make that trip.  And thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/intl/en-us/get-skype/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she’d been able to have a  wonderful “virtual visit” with all of them earlier that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that, she watched an episode of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/watch/all-my-children/SH559028/VD5599053/all-my-children-1122"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All My Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  she’d &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_video_recorder"&gt;DVR’d&lt;/a&gt; the  pevious day.  Ironically, it was an episode where one of the main characters had  to deal with the unexpected death of her husband right before Thanksgiving.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Somehow, watching the actress express the character’s grief, helped DiDi  feel better able to cope with what she, herself, was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s probably  why soap operas are so popular,” she thought, “because the audience gets to know  the characters and can relate what they’re going through with something they’re  experiencing - or have experienced - in their own lives.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Snuggling up on the couch in front of the fireplace, DiDi reflected on her  own “soap opera” of the red-headed woman she’d seen twice now -- the last time  was the previous week when DiDi’d been out jogging and saw the woman entering  the gated community of Wonderland Estates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi had immediately called Chris Egan and driven over to talk to her about it….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You really think that was Alicia Van Dine?!” Chris had asked, incredulous  at the possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, I thought so after seeing her the first time outside the UNICEF  benefit, but after seeing her the second time…I’m certain of it,” said  DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“R-r-r-r-ing!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The telephone snapped DiDi out of her reverie.  “Hello…and happy Thanksgiving!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hi, DiDi, I thought you might still be in town.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Sky?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes!  I was watching the weather report and thought it might have derailed  your Thanksgiving trip, so I’m calling to invite you to have Thanksgiving dinner  with Raven and I and our family.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, uh…that’s very thoughtful, but I don‘t want to intrude,” stammered  DiDi at the unexpected invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Come on, that’s the least I could do for my newest employee,” said  Sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi had finally decided to accept Schyler Whitney’s offer to write a  weekly column for his newspaper, but she and Calvin had never really socialized  much with the Whitneys…and quite honestly, she was fine with leaving it like  that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Look, DiDi, this is going to be your first holiday without Calvin. I  remember what it was like for Raven and me our first family holiday after our  son Gerald died, so, if nothing else, please come just for the  diversion…besides, it’s Thanksgiving…you have to eat.  And the holidays always  inspire Raven to make a “guest appearance” in the kitchen. Her pumpkin pie is not to  be missed!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, I wouldn’t want to miss Raven’s pumpkin pie,” laughed DiDi.   “So…what time, what do I bring and what’s your address again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Three o’clock…and you don’t need to bring a thing,” said Sky.  “But, we’re  starting a new tradition this year, our daughter Charlotte and her husband are  hosting Thanksgiving. Her address is 9787 Wonderland Lane.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cue the music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCNS2EjFbCQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCNS2EjFbCQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-3905513830910766054?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3905513830910766054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksand-glory-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3905513830910766054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3905513830910766054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksand-glory-be.html' title='Thanks…and Glory Be!'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-5174330074652095616</id><published>2010-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:52:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAY Bells Ring… Are You Listenin’?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnsQmeeG4qs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnsQmeeG4qs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wonderland Estates was a gated community built on what had been forest  preserve not more than five years ago.  An enclave of spectacular mansions, it  was where many of the young “shakers and movers” of Monticello society now made  their home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not all of them were to-the-manor-born, however.  Many had made their  millions in the technology and video-game industries and were new to Monticello.  The demonic Louis Van Dine was actually the one responsible for bringing them  there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Louis Van Dine and his ego-maniacal scheme to take over the world by wiring  workplaces (beginning with Monticello’s Isis Building) and cable television  systems to deliver subversive subliminal suggestions became an urban legend of  sorts.  The incident ended up capturing the vivid imaginations of a legion of  impressionable young techies and gamers who, when they became adults, moved to  Monticello for the lore and ended up staying for the lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi shuddered as she stood before the imposing gates of Wonderland  Estates and watched the shadowy figure that had just jogged past her punch in  the security code and enter.  There was something uncomfortably familiar about  the slender build and flaming red-haired chignon fastidiously nestled between  the mink earmuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees in the hour or since she’d  set off on her run, and snow was starting to fall… but it wasn’t the cold that  was causing DiDi to continue to shiver.  It was the memories of what had  happened to her beyond those gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi was one of the early victims of Van Dine’s evil plan.  Her heroic  attempts at trying to convince friends, colleagues and anyone else who would  listen that she could sense something was terribly wrong and warning  them of impending danger, had led to a diagnosis of paranoiac hysteria and being  committed to an institution.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Until it was bulldozed to make way for Monticello Estates, that institution  had stood on the property a scant mile behind those gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now it was known as a community of great brains who had married great  beauties… a place with perfectly manicured lawns and perfectly behaved children.   Its residents had a reputation very similar to another town of legendary  lore…&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stepford_Wives"&gt;Stepford&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi turned on her heels and, as fast as she could, ran down the hill to  get to her car…reaching for the cell phone in her pocket to call Chris Eagan as  she ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hello, Chris? This is DiDi - you’re not going to believe this…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;To Be Continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, check out Mariann's contribution to the conversation discussing Diversity in Daytime and share your own thoughts on the subject at &lt;a href="http://www.soapopera451.com"&gt;www.SoapOpera451.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another Remembrance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yF7vHtD4Wig?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yF7vHtD4Wig?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-5174330074652095616?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5174330074652095616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/slay-bells-ring-are-you-listenin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/5174330074652095616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/5174330074652095616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/slay-bells-ring-are-you-listenin.html' title='SLAY Bells Ring… Are You Listenin’?'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-490050922655879765</id><published>2010-11-10T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:29:18.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE FOR AN EYE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;It had been more than a week since the big Halloween bash and DiDi had a  lot to think about…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;First of all, the huge success of Monticello’s annual fundraiser for UNICEF  during the ten years that she’d worked on its committee as a volunteer had  captured the attention of the organization’s national headquarters. They were so  impressed that DiDi had been offered a paid position!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;While deeply moved that her efforts had been noticed by the head honchos --  and enticed by the fact that the job’s required move to New York would give her  an opportunity to be closer to Calvin, Jr. --  DiDi couldn’t see herself leaving  Monticello…at  least, not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then there was another job offer she had to consider, as well…and DiDi had  to admit that she found this one very intriguing… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Like many other mid-sized cities, Monticello had been faced with economic  challenges over the last few years -- which was the primary reason that Schuyler  and Raven Whitney decided to move back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Their move to California more than twenty years earlier had increased their  (already sizable) fortune because of heavy investments in Silicon Valley  technology and Southern California real estate.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.b5raven.com/edge/12-28-84/12-28-84SkyRavenGuntherMitziJamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.b5raven.com/edge/12-28-84/12-28-84SkyRavenGuntherMitziJamie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;When their son, Gerald (named after Sky’s beloved Aunt, Geraldine),  was killed in a tragic, unsolved hit-and-run accident in 2005, the Whitneys, after setting up generous trust-funds for their older children, Charlotte and Jamey,  decided to divest the remainder of their wealth through philanthropy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Their pursuit of noble causes had taken them all over the world, but with  when the economic downturn hit Monticello, Sky and Raven decided that charity should  begin at home.  With strong roots in the community, they wanted to be more  than just investors and money-lenders, they wanted to be hands-on…which is how  Sky discovered his latent knack for journalism.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;After rescuing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monticello Times&lt;/span&gt; from bankruptcy, his plans were to turn  it over to somebody else to run.   While Vance Swift, chairman of the board of  directors of The Whitney Charitable Foundation headed up an executive search  team to find a new managing editor, Sky decided to take over the job, himself,  until the position could be filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpRoO0BjG8/SNr0TGsqgEI/AAAAAAAABA8/EZ6KjG0S7lE/s200/Larkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpRoO0BjG8/SNr0TGsqgEI/AAAAAAAABA8/EZ6KjG0S7lE/s200/Larkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;As the search dragged on, Sky discovered not only was he good at his  “temp job,” but that he loved it.  After three months, the search was called off  and “Schuyler Whitney, Managing Editor” went up on the newspaper’s  masthead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi had been more than a little surprised when Sky called to offer her a  position with the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Gee, I really appreciate the offer, Sky, and the fact that you’re even  considering me,” said DiDi, when he called.  “But for the life of me, I can’t  understand why.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“DiDi, I watched you at the fundraiser the other night and observed how you  interact with people. You know all the shakers-and-movers in this town and they  all seem to know you,” said Sky.  “More importantly, they seem to trust you, and  for a journalist that’s gold…especially for the job I have in mind.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The job was for Didi to write a weekly column that would appear both in the  print newspaper and online.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“It’ll be equal parts news, entertainment and gossip,” he said. “I’m  thinking we should call it ‘Eye on Monticello’…how does that sound to  you?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;She told him she’d mull it over and get back to him…which is what had  gotten her out jogging in the rain at 5:30 that morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi did her best ruminating and problem-solving in the morning. Jogging  around the reservoir, she couldn’t help but think about some of the wonderful  conversations she and Calvin used to have when they’d be out jogging together.   She hoped he would have some good advice for her today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was now 6:30 and still dark out with the street lights on. Suddenly,  DiDi became aware of footsteps pounding behind her.  Since she was already in  her cool-down and had slowed her pace to a mere brisk walk, she moved to the  side to let the other runner pass -- while also gripping the spray can of mace  in her right pocket and, with her left hand, feeling for the whistle around her  neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Although the runner wooshed past her uneventfully, DiDi felt a shudder when  she recognized it as the same shadowy figure she’d seen outside the Halloween  ball the week before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stopping dead in her tracks, DiDi looked up at the street sign and realized  that she was on the infamous Wonderland Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;To Be Continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-490050922655879765?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/490050922655879765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-for-eye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/490050922655879765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/490050922655879765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-for-eye.html' title='EYE FOR AN EYE?'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpRoO0BjG8/SNr0TGsqgEI/AAAAAAAABA8/EZ6KjG0S7lE/s72-c/Larkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-3305459008310884752</id><published>2010-11-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:56:24.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE &amp; DANDY and JUST SUPER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“See, aren’t you  glad you decided to come?” shouted Chris over the din of 80’s disco music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At Chris’  instance, DiDi had joined her and Gavin Wiley at Monticello’s annual Halloween  fundraiser for UNICEF (click &lt;a href="http://youth.unicefusa.org/trickortreat/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out how you can participate, too).  This year’s theme was “Back to the Future,” and  included an actual DeLorean as the centerpiece among the fifty or so items  included in the silent auction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Back_to_the_future.jpg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Back_to_the_future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Back_to_the_future.jpg" alt="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Back_to_the_future.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/52/Back_to_the_future.jpg/220px-Back_to_the_future.jpg" width="220" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a title="http://damox.com/cars/wallpaper/Delorean/1981_Delorean_DMC12.htm" href="http://damox.com/cars/wallpaper/Delorean/1981_Delorean_DMC12.htm"&gt;&lt;img title="http://damox.com/cars/wallpaper/Delorean/1981_Delorean_DMC12.htm" alt="http://damox.com/cars/wallpaper/Delorean/1981_Delorean_DMC12.htm" src="http://damox.com/cars/thumbs/Delorean/1981_Delorean_DMC12.jpg" width="400" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Using her skills  as a private detective, Chris had easily been able to track down several owners  of the prized cars.  But it was her artistic talent that had actually secured  one for the charity event when she persuaded one of the owners to take one of her paintings for it in trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yeah,” said  DiDi,  “thanks to you, we’re on our way to setting a new record…and you were  right, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi had served  on Monticello’s UNICEF fundraiser board for more than ten years and this was the  first year she was attending their big Halloween event without Calvin.  Calvin  loved to dance and this was one of his favorite shindigs… mostly because  everyone wore costumes instead of the usual stuffy formal attire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“But, you know,  I think I’m about partied out, so I’m going to take a cab home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh no, DiDi,  Gavin and I will drop you off just as soon as he gets back from helping put some  of the silent auction items in people’s cars,” said Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“That’s very  sweet of you,” said DiDi, “but you both live downtown, here, and I’m a good  twenty minutes away.  You’ve both already worked so hard in making this event a  success -- not to mention babysitting me -- that you deserve to come off the  clock, now… you’ve earned time off for good behavior.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hmmm…or maybe a  little bad behavior?” said Chris with a twinkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“That, too,”  laughed DiDi, “and maybe you can put your handcuffs to some good use?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Why, DiDi,  whatever do you mean?!” exclaimed Chris, feigning shock and embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As if on cue, a  Rick James song started playing to punctuate the innuendo and the two women  burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvFpRrhK1QQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LvFpRrhK1QQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, the  deejay either has perfect timing, is a real smartass…or maybe he’s psychic,”  chortled Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Or maybe all  three!” chuckled DiDi.  “Did you know that Calvin was planning on coming to the  dance this year as Rick James?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You’re  kidding!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Nope,” said  DiDi. “So I’m going to take that song playing at just the right moment as a sign  that Calvin’s spirit is watching over us; that you get to keep your sense of  humor in Heaven, and that he’s managed to hook-up with Rick James on the  other side.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“A perfect way  to end the evening?” asked Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Perfect,” said  DiDi, giving Chris a good-by hug.  “Listen, there are plenty of people waiting  for their cars out front, not to mention the fact that there’s a taxi stand  right in front of the hotel. You wait here for Gavin…I’ll be fine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Okay,” said  Chris.  But promise to call me when you get home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Promise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Getting  into  the cab, DiDi immediately took her off her shoes, just as she would have if she’d  been going home with Calvin…and in an odd, but comforting way, she almost felt  that she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As the taxi  rounded the corner of the hotel, however, she spotted a shadowy, caped figure  out of the corner of her eye that made her suddenly sit up and stare out the  window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“No,” thought  DiDi, “it couldn’t possibly be…or could it?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Be Continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To learn about the connection between Rick James and actor Irving Allen Lee (Calvin), go to: &lt;a href="http://soapopera451.com/"&gt;http://soapopera451.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-3305459008310884752?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3305459008310884752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/fine-dandy-and-just-super.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3305459008310884752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3305459008310884752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/fine-dandy-and-just-super.html' title='FINE &amp; DANDY and JUST SUPER...'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-2760917531649611840</id><published>2010-10-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T07:09:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;“Wow!”  was all DiDi could think of to say walking into Chris Egan’s studio  loft-apartment.  "Is this YOUR work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7zFmlWKhI/AAAAAAAAELI/Qax4CX0WvNI/s1600/WeddingPartyPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7zFmlWKhI/AAAAAAAAELI/Qax4CX0WvNI/s1600/WeddingPartyPic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yep.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I had no idea… how long have you been hiding all this talent?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Thanks,” said Chris modestly, “actually, I haven’t been doing it very  long… at least, I haven’t been taking it seriously for that long.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Don’t be humble, girl! Your stuff is incredible!!!  And trust me, I don’t  blow smoke,” said DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, trust me, I know,” said Chris with a wry chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chris and DiDi had had their issues over the years, particularly when DiDi  had been a criminal defense attorney and Chris was a detective partnered with  her husband, Calvin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chris had harbored more than a little resentment over DiDi “gettin’ the bad  guys off.”  While DiDi had entertained a wee bit of jealousy about how much time  Chris got to spend with her husband; that the two of them worked on the same  side of the law… and that catching the (alleged) bad guys was a lot sexier and a  bigger adrenalin rush than getting them out of jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Although there had never been any acrimony between Chris and DiDi, their  relationship did become more genial once DiDi started working in the DA’s  office, but even then she’d thought of Chris as more Calvin’s friend than hers.   The two women had not socialized that much over the years, at least not without  Calvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;DiDi’s relationship with Mitzi, however, was another story.  Though  seemingly an unlikely pairing, Mitzi and DiDi had become fast friends almost  immediately upon moving in together. What had been born out of financial  necessity had grown into an abiding kinship. DiDi was glad that Cliff and Mitzi  had decided to move back to Monticello…and that Chris had made the overture to  pursue a relationship with her after Calvin’s death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;A suddenly knock on the door broke DiDi out of her reverie. It was  Mitzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Obviously you did more than just go feed the parking meter,” said DiDi,  eyeing Mitzi’s parcels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I thought a nice, crusty loaf of French bread would go well with Chris’s  chicken salad,” said Mitzi. “Then I thought a nice, chilled bottle of Chardonnay  would go well with the crusty French bread.  Then I thought a nice crisp apple  tart would go well with finishing off the Chardonnay… especially if we warm it  up and top it with some vanilla ice cream!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Perfect,” said Chris, setting her beautifully prepared chicken salad on  the table, “let me go get a wine opener.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Allow me,” said Mitzi, pulling one out of her purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chris and DiDi burst into laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“What‘s so funny?” questioned Mitzi.  “I simply believe in being  prepared!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Un-hunh…so what else have you got in there?” asked Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Oh, you’d be surprised,” teased Mitzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Chris, your salad looks almost too beautiful to eat,” said DiDi  admiringly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Well, I like my food like I like my paintings,” replied Chris  thoughtfully, “vibrant and energizing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Sounds like a pretty good recipe for friendship, as well,” said  DiDi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hey, I’ll drink to that!” said Mitzi, raising her glass in a toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Here..here!” said Chris, raising her glass, “…to friendship!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Yes, right here!” chimed in DiDi, raising her glass, “a toast to an  amazing feast for the eyes, for the belly…and most importantly, for the  soul.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Cheers!” exclaimed the three women in unison.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Great…now let’s eat,” said Mitzi, “‘cause I’m starving!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despite feeling a few twinges of hunger herself, DiDi couldn’t help but  thinking that right at this moment her heart was feeling very, very full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;*    *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;CHRIS EGAN’S  FESTIVE CURRIED CHICKEN SALAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 prepared roasted chicken boned, skinned and cubed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 stalk celery, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 whole scallions chopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 medium granny smith apples - peeled, cored and diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;½  cup golden raisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;¼ cup dried cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;¼ cup toasted pecan pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;¼ cup toasted walnut pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;½  teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper (or to taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;¼  teaspoon coarse kosher salt (or to taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;3 teaspoons curry powder (or to taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 ½ cups light mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 teaspoons lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/2 teaspoon sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 cup red grapes, halved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 cup mandarin oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;½  red pepper, finely julienned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pick up a prepared broiled chicken from the supermarket and refrigerate for  at least an hour.  Remove bones and skin.  Cube and toss with mayonnaise and  curry powder in a large bowl.  Fold in celery, onion, raisins, cranberry, pecans  and walnuts.  Toss apples in lemon juice, sugar, pepper and salt and fold into  chicken salad.  Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate till ready to use.   Serve on individual plates of mixed greens tossed with crisp red grapes  (halved) and a light vinaigrette.  Garnish with mandarin oranges and red  pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music  celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs  with Iona Morris  (ex-Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-2760917531649611840?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2760917531649611840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/2760917531649611840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/2760917531649611840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/food-for-thought.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7zFmlWKhI/AAAAAAAAELI/Qax4CX0WvNI/s72-c/WeddingPartyPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-8585485327793771261</id><published>2010-10-20T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:05:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMMMMMM...MY GOODNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7xL9dQf_I/AAAAAAAAELA/agozDinKYjM/s1600/Edge_of_Night_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7xL9dQf_I/AAAAAAAAELA/agozDinKYjM/s200/Edge_of_Night_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530122580235681778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DiDi could feel her whole body vibrating with the humming sound emanating from the twenty or so people lying on yoga mats in Gavin Wiley’s studio. It was quite an eclectic group: seniors, soccer moms, college students, svelte, zaftig, some so flexible they could practically turn themselves into pretzels and others who could barely touch their knees, much less their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 90 minutes of stretching, focusing, and breathing with them, DiDi felt like part of a community again. She no longer felt like a “widow, party-of-one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, that was amazing,” said DiDi, slowly getting up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yoga-brain,” said Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s that nice infusion of endorphins and serotonin you get from yoga,” said Chris. “Especially right after your first time. It can feel like quite a rush, so be careful getting up. In fact, you might want to sit on one of the benches by the window for a couple minutes before we leave.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good idea,” said DiDi as she folded up her yoga mat, grabbed her towel and walked over to a bench to put on her shoes. Looking out the window over downtown Monticello, she marveled at the changes in the skyline that had happened over the past decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was that that the Isis Building was -- even at 30 stories -- no longer the tallest building in town and dominating the Monticello skyline. Curiously, DiDi no longer felt it to be as imposing in her psyche, either. Must be those endorphins kicking in, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DiDi, you decided to check out my class!” said Gavin, taking a seat next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Gavin, it was fabulous. It was just what I needed…which, until now, I don’t think I even had a clue that I needed it,” said DiDi, giving him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hope this means you’ll be back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great,” said Gavin. “Then your first three months of classes are on the house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, no, I can’t let you do that!” said DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, I want to. I’m sorry I had to be out of town for Calvin’s funeral, and…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I got your lovely letter…and the flowers,” said DiDi, “that’s more than enough.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DiDi, please, said Gavin, “I hope you’re able to receive this from me… because it will do my heart good to be able to give it to you as a small token of what Calvin meant to this town in his service as Chief of Police.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then I accept,” said DiDi, “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DiDi, are you ready to go?” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yep…and I’m starving, too, so I’m ready for this gustatory feast you’ve promised,” said DiDi, teasingly. (Chris had never been known for her culinary arts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be prepared to be pleasantly surprised,” said Gavin, his eyes twinkling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiDi noticed that Chris’s eyes were twinkling, too…and that her cheeks were starting to blush. Hmmm…now that was a surprise, she thought… a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All righty, then, let’s go, ’cause I’m starving, too!” said Mitzi, heading for the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside the door of Chris’s seventh floor loft while Chris looked for her keys, DiDi thought about what a wonderful day it had been so far…filled with lovely little surprises. Little did she know that the biggest surprise of all was waiting just on the other side of that door…and it wasn’t Chris’s tasty chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pgpclassicsoaps.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-are-they-now-jennifer-taylor.html"&gt;Click here to see what is awaiting on the other side of the door, courtesy of Chris Egan's alter ego, actress-artist Jennifer Taylor!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs with Iona Morris  (ex Fiona Griffin, As The World Turns).&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-8585485327793771261?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8585485327793771261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/ommmmmmmy-goodness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8585485327793771261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/8585485327793771261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/ommmmmmmy-goodness.html' title='OMMMMMM...MY GOODNESS!!!'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TL7xL9dQf_I/AAAAAAAAELA/agozDinKYjM/s72-c/Edge_of_Night_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-1200274609546251278</id><published>2010-10-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:44:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEWLY-BRAVE NEW WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Approaching the building that housed Gavin’s new studio, DiDi  felt a little shudder. Previously located in an old warehouse, that building had  been torn down almost ten years ago as part of Monticello’s urban renaissance  implemented by then Mayor &lt;a href="http://pgpclassicsoaps.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-they-now-allen-fawcett-ex.html"&gt;Kelly McGrath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before departing for the bright lights and big city of Las  Vegas, Kelly had done an impressive job during his two terms as Monticello’s  mayor. Inventive, creative and always a big supporter of the arts, he had used  Chicago as a role model - attempting to emulate what Mayor Dailey had done in  beautifying that city by making its Millennium Center and downtown area  user-friendly and a cultural hub affordable to all the city's  residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monticello was now experiencing a similar rebirth.  Empty-nesters looking to downsize and young singles looking for apartments (and a way  to help reduce the carbon footprint) where they could walk or ride their bikes  to work were flocking to downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Neglected old buildings had gotten a new face-lift with an  increased demand for lofts, condos and affordable apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Along with the many new restaurants, parks, trendy art  galleries and a thriving theater and music scene, a new vibrancy had visited  itself upon Monticello… and the Isis Building was right in the middle of  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DiDi had forgotten that this was where Gavin Wiley had  relocated his studio, but she suddenly recalled  having read about it in a  newspaper article announcing its opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, standing in front of the building she balked. &lt;i&gt;“I’m not  sure if I can go in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenderly wrapping her arm around DiDi’s waist, Mitzi insisted,  &lt;i&gt;“That’s why you must, honey…I think it’s time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“It’s been a while since you and Cliff had your office here  and damn near half of Monticello came under the spell of Louis Van Dine in his  demented scheme to control the city,” &lt;/i&gt;said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“But half the city wasn’t diagnosed with a nervous  breakdown and &lt;a href="http://pgpclassicsoaps.blogspot.com/2008/04/guest-column-mariann-aalda-didi-edge-of_08.html"&gt;carted out off to a mental institution in a straight-jacket!&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;  snapped DiDi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I haven’t been in this building in more than twenty years. Give me one good reason why I would want to go in there  now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“To build up your ‘fearlessness muscle,’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said Chris consolingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You have a horrible  memory of this place and the best way to get rid of it is to replace it with a  new one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Facing that fear will help you face other fears,”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Like living without Calvin?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;asked  Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chris nodded. &lt;i&gt;“Gavin creates a very nurturing environment  in his yoga classes and Mitzi and I will be right here with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Didi was reluctant to face the truth of what Chris and Mitzi  were saying, but in her heart, she knew they were right. Louis Van Dine’s evil  plot to take over Monticello by pumping subliminal messages into the Isis  Building’s offices and via WMON, the city’s local television station, had  already cost her enough. She’d lost her passion for practicing law… and she’d  almost lost her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overcome by a sudden infusion of fearlessness, DiDi decided  she wasn’t also about to let it cost her spending quality time with two dear  friends and an introduction to yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Okay,” &lt;/i&gt;said DiDi, taking a deep breath and linking  arms with Chris and Mitza, &lt;i&gt;“let’s do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took a bit of maneuvering for the three of them to make it  through the revolving door without unlinking arms, but somehow they managed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Boy, I can really use that yoga class now,”&lt;/i&gt; Mitzi  remarked, rubbing her left hip that had been squashed up against the revolving  door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Afterwards we can come back to my new loft apartment and  studio space on the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor and I’ll put together some lunch for  us,” &lt;/i&gt;said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You live here!?” &lt;/i&gt;asked DiDi  incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yep,” &lt;/i&gt;said Chris, giving DiDi’s hand a squeeze.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Who knows… someday you might even decide to move downtown  and we can be neighbors!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah, right,” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said DiDi,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“maybe when hell freezes over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hmmm…wasn’t that what Louis Van Dine was plotting to do  in Monticello?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;queried Mitzi mischievously,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ 'cause I don’t think it worked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, that wasn’t in Monticello, Mitzz...I’m not sure, but  I think that happened in Port Charles.” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yeah, and I don’t think the plot worked there either.”   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said DiDi, unhesitatingly pushing the button to the  30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 124px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/nimage/dd624045ddae925e" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mariannaalda.com/" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:mediumblue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannaalda.com/"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to  its final episode on December 28, 1984. She also played Grace Battles  on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime and starred in  the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; and recurred  or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others. With a penchant for comedy, she's also done  stand-up in clubs across the country and is the co-creator of  &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstage.com/"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.! -- the "sex-istential" comedy&lt;/a&gt;-with-music celebrating the  seasoned woman -- which she co-wrote/produced/performs with Iona Morris  (ex Fiona Griffin, As The World Turns).&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-1200274609546251278?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1200274609546251278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/newly-brave-new-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/1200274609546251278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/1200274609546251278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/newly-brave-new-world.html' title='A NEWLY-BRAVE NEW WORLD'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-6864570224195200874</id><published>2010-10-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:24:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAMASTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TKxp2HWUrZI/AAAAAAAAEJw/bGBN-DL4bT8/s1600/DiDi%26_Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TKxp2HWUrZI/AAAAAAAAEJw/bGBN-DL4bT8/s320/DiDi%26_Calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524907221283286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DiDi was having her second cup of coffee when the doorbell  rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You’re early!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We wanted to help you get ready, first,” said  Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So we brought you something to wear… here!" said Mitzi,  shoving a gift bag into her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, thanks… I think,” said DiDi. She was starting to get a  little concerned about what she was getting herself into. “But what’s wrong with  what I’m wearing? You said to dress casually… am I too  &lt;i&gt;under&lt;/i&gt;-dressed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You look fine,” said Chris, “but jeans are too  restricting… you won’t be able to move in them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now DiDi was wishing she’d never agreed to go along with this  at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Don’t be scared, DiDi!” laughed Mitzi at the stricken look on  DiDi’s face. “We’re not taking you bungee-jumping or rock climbing or anything…  we’re just taking you to a yoga class at the Wiley Dance Studio.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DiDi had heard that Gavin Wiley had returned to Monticello and  re-opened his dance studio earlier that year. She and Calvin had always meant to  stop by and say hello… maybe even take a few ballroom classes. Sadly, they’d  never made it. DiDi’s eyes got misty at the thought of Calvin holding her in his  arms and twirling her around the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah,” said Chris, “Gavin still has ballroom classes at  night, but during the day he has yoga and Pilates classes. I’ve been going for a  couple months now and I’ve noticed a difference. I feel a lot less stressed and  just in a better mood all around. I even lost five pounds!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Who’d-a-thunk-it,” cracked Mitzi, “Kick-butt detective Chris  Eagan taking a yoga class!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey, I’m not a detective anymore, remember? I took early  retirement to see if I could turn my love for drawing and painting into a  career.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I know,” said Mitzi, "Cliff and I were shocked to see your  gallery on Main Street when we moved back to town. I love your work, though, and  I have to admit, it’s nice getting to know your softer side. When we lived here  before, I never thought you had one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet as she was, tact had never been one of Mitzi’s strong  suits. She just blurted out whatever was on her mind. That was one of the things  DiDi loved about her… you always knew where you stood with Mitzi. And no matter  how painful it was, you could always rely on her to tell you the  truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“A couple months ago, I might have taken offense at your  remark, Mitzz, but since I’ve been going to yoga, I don’t take things so  personally anymore… lucky for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Okay, you two!” DiDi laughed, “Let me go change into my ‘yoga  clothes’ so we’re not late for class. What time does it start?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Don’t worry, we’ve got time,” said Chris. "Class doesn’t start  till 12:30 and I’ve already paid for all three of us to reserve our spots. Gavin  teaches this class himself, and it fills up pretty quickly. It's my  treat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gee, that’s really sweet, Chris,” said Mitzi. “I’m really  liking this new softer side!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You’re more than welcome, Mitzz,” said Chris, “But about that  ‘softer side’… I wouldn’t push it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gotcha!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Can I count on you two to play nicely while I change?” asked  DiDi, her eyes twinkling with amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Of, course!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, no problem!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As DiDi hurried off to change she couldn’t help but think how  great it felt to feel her “twinkle” coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://healing.about.com/od/n/g/g_namaste.htm"&gt;NAMASTE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-6864570224195200874?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6864570224195200874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/namaste.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/6864570224195200874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/6864570224195200874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/namaste.html' title='NAMASTE'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/TKxp2HWUrZI/AAAAAAAAEJw/bGBN-DL4bT8/s72-c/DiDi%26_Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-3684442816746779959</id><published>2010-09-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:54:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS AND FOOD... ON THE EDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xotoDy5806Y"&gt;What a Wonderful World...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it about funerals that brings out the tuna casserole  in people?” DiDi wondered, gingerly taking her third one this week out of the  microwave. She knew the oven mitts were around somewhere but wasn’t up to  looking for them. She quickly plopped the steaming casserole dish on the counter  and opened the silverware drawer to grab a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Mmmmm…yummmmmm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The warm, buttery noodles drenched in heavy cream with tuna,  baby peas, Parmesan cheese and a sprinkling of bread crumbs with a hint of  nutmeg was just what DiDi needed… comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank God for the kindness of friends and the creamy goodness  of tuna casseroles. They had both seen her through the last three days since  Calvin Jr. had left to go back to New York. In that time, DiDi had barely been  out of bed, and then, only to shuffle into the kitchen for another helping of  tuna casserole. Sitting at the kitchen counter, she turned on the TV for  company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What’s with all these court shows and game shows?” she  thought, flipping through the channels. “Where are all my favorite soap operas?”  Disappointed, DiDi hurriedly finished up her tuna casserole, putting the spoon  in the dishwasher and the half-empty casserole dish into the refrigerator before  shuffling back to the bedroom… where she had cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before she could get there, however, Mitzi Martin-Nelson burst  through the door with Calvin’s former crime-solving partner, Chris  Egan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“DiDi, why haven’t you returned any of our calls? That isn’t  like you. We were all worried sick about you!” squealed Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Not like me? It’s not like me to be a widow, either,” DiDi  snapped. “Maybe not returning calls is part of my new normal! And, by the way,  how did you two get in here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Spare key in the flower pot,” said Chris. “Calvin told me you  guys always kept one there in case of emergency.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the mention of Calvin’s name, DiDi burst into tears… with  Chris and Mitzi quickly running to throw their arms around her in  consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“This is so hard,” she sobbed. “This is so damn hard. It  wasn’t supposed to be like this. Calvin and I were supposed to grow old  together, sitting in the swing on the front porch and watching our grandkids  play in the yard. Now, Calvin will never see his grandkids, Mitzi… he’ll never  get to see his grandkids. And I’ll never get to see &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;  again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“DiDi,” said Chris guardedly, “you know Calvin would never  want to see you this unhappy. And we knew it, too. So, after three days of not  returning phone calls, Mitzi and I decided to stage an  inter-&lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;-tion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yep,” said Mitzi,” like the song says, &lt;a title="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11elp_warwick-thats-what-friends-are-for_music" href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11elp_warwick-thats-what-friends-are-for_music"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;that’s  what friends are for!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking at Mitzi and Chris and seeing the concern and  compassion in their eyes, DiDi couldn’t help thinking that while she may have  lost the love of her life, she was still fortunate to have love &lt;i&gt;in &lt;/i&gt;her  life… as evidenced by these two wonderful and loving friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You’ve always been so strong for everybody else,” Mitzi  continued, “now let us be strong for you. Like the song says,&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZR4cVE0Htw" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZR4cVE0Htw"&gt; “&lt;i&gt;lean on  me!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We apologize for barging in like this,” said Chris, “but you  weren’t answering any of our phone calls we got worried.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Not only is your apology accepted, but your  inter-&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;-tion is most appreciated,” sighed DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Great!” said Mitzi. “Then is it okay for us to come back  tomorrow? There’s someplace Chris and I would like to take you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oh, dear,” thought DiDi, “Am I ready for this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Come on, DiDi,” pleaded at the distraught look on DiDi's  face Mitzi, “Just this one little favor for your old roommate?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Okay,” said DiDi, smiling.  She had always been unable to  resist any of Mitzi's heartfelt appeals… even if they ended up getting both of  them into trouble... which had happened on more than one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Terrific,” said Chris, “we’ll pick you up tomorrow around  eleven. Let us help you get back into full swing again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Absolutely!” said Mitzi. “That’s what Calvin would want…like  the song says, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoL5m8mlQUg"&gt;"Before the parade passes by."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Okay, Mitzi,” said DiDi, laughing, “Enough with the song  titles! I get it. And I’ll be ready to go with you two wherever you want me to  go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Great, then our work is done here,” said Chris. “So, we’ll  get out of your way then and leave you to your… uh, is that tuna casserole that I  smell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sure is,” said DiDi, “I have plenty if you’d like  some.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I don’t want to impose,” said Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oh &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; you don’t want to impose!” chuckled DiDi.  “Unless there’s someplace else you have to rush off to, why don’t you two stay  awhile and I’ll put on a pot of tea?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Why DiDi Bannister-Stoner, I thought you’d never ask! You may  not be good at returning phone calls but it’s nice to see you haven’t forgotten  &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; your manners,” teased Mitzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“And I see you’re still a smarty-pants!” retorted  DiDi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Climbing into bed that night, DiDi’s spirit felt much lighter.  The visit from her old friends, though unexpected, turned out to be just what  she needed. And now she was looking forward to tomorrow. Turning out the light,  she thought, it was just like the song  says, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmOtWyjs8iU"&gt;"I'll get by with a little help from my friends...."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Didi’s Favorite Creamy Tuna  Casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 large (1-16 oz) can chunk white tuna, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 12 oz pkg. egg noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 pkg frozen peas (or peas &amp;amp; carrots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 tbsp. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;1 small  carton heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¼ teaspoon cracked black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¼ teaspoon kosher salt (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;¾ c grated parmesan  cheese&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¼ teaspoon thyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¼ teaspoon oregano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 cup breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cook noodles according to package instructions, meanwhile  preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When noodles are done, drain, leaving about ¼ cup of the water  in the pot. Add 2 tbsp. butter 2 and stir till melted. Add frozen vegetables,  thyme, oregano and pepper, giving an additional quick stir and letting sit for a  minute. Next, fold in tuna so that chunks are evenly distributed and stir in  soup and heavy cream. Then, stir in in parmesan cheese, sprinkling in nutmeg and  adding salt to taste. Pour mixture into buttered casserole dish. Bake for 15  minutes at 350 degrees. Remove from oven and sprinkle bread crumbs over the  casserole and bake for an additional 15 minutes. Remove from oven and let stand  for 10 minutes before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  (And let me know what you think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-3684442816746779959?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3684442816746779959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/09/singing-and-eating-on-edge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3684442816746779959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/3684442816746779959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/09/singing-and-eating-on-edge.html' title='SONGS AND FOOD... ON THE EDGE'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1568474126782253150.post-912894232760714658</id><published>2010-09-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:47:10.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R7r__-YmZFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0tYNDxjxw_4/s200/mariann_aalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R7r__-YmZFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0tYNDxjxw_4/s200/mariann_aalda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Calvin would have been moved at the turnout,” mused the newly-widowed DiDi Bannister-Stoner at the huge crowd that had come to pay their last respects for the highly-decorated police detective who would go on to become Monticello’s Chief of Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a little over twenty-five years since one of television’s first reality shows – chronicling the lives of some of the more colorful residents of Monticello – had gone off the air.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; it was originally called.  “The” was later dropped from the title and it became simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode aired on CBS on April 2, 1956.  Changing networks in 1975 to ABC, the final episode aired on December 28, 1984... paving the way for other reality shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;48 Hours Mystery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrity Rehab&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston Med&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keeping Up with the Kardashians&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Housewives&lt;/span&gt; franchise, and yes, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jersey Shore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airing during the daytime, which was usually reserved for soap operas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; followed some of Monticello’s highest profile families, like the Whitneys, the Karrs and the Kavanaughs, and the goings-on in the District Attorney’s office, as well as at the local hospital, newspaper and TV &amp;amp; radio stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s good to have Cliff and Mitzi move back to Monticello,” thought DiDi. “Especially now that Calvin’s gone and Calvin, Jr. has decided to move to New York permanently after law school.  It’ll be good to have old, dear friends around... as long as Cliff doesn’t start bugging me about opening up our criminal law practice again.  Nope, I’m much happier using my legal expertise working pro bono with nonprofit organizations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiDi and Calvin’s former police partner, Chris Egan, had become close friends as well, especially after Calvin became Police Chief and Chris left the force to open up her own private detective agency.  DiDi was often required to use her services.  Even working with some of the most well-respected charity organizations, she had discovered that philanthropy often has ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was the one who’d notified DiDi of Calvin’s fatal heart attack.  She’d been monitoring the police scanner and immediately went to the house that she and Calvin had moved to 24 years ago, right after Calvin, Jr. was born.  (DiDi had in fact, announced her pregnancy to Calvin on the final episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt;.)   It was Chris who drove DiDi to the hospital and Chris who held her hand when the doctors gave her the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” thought DiDi.  “There’s nothing like old, dear, friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was under sad circumstances, she was happy to see Mike and Nancy Karr, again.  They’d moved to Florida after Mike’s retirement from the District Attorney’s office.  Schuyler and Raven Whitney had even flown in from the West Coast to attend Calvin’s funeral.  The Whitneys had moved to California not long after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; was canceled and made a (even bigger) fortune investing in the technology industry.  They’d been looking at different real estate properties since their arrival.  Rumor had it that they were considering buying back the Whitney Mansion that had once belonged to their Aunt Geraldine and moving into their old Monticello homestead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll believe that when I see it!” DiDi quietly chuckled to herself.  “Raven and Skye practically invented the term ‘jet-setter;’ hard to imagine them settling down in one place at all, much less, Monticello.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long, long day, and now, with the last guests having left the house, it was finally over, and DiDi was left to confront the rest of her life without her beloved Calvin.  Not exactly the way she had imagined herself going into mid-life... but like a lot of other women her age – who, either through death, divorce or “permanent” bachelorette status ­– this was the life she was left with.  And she was determined to make the best of it.  Calvin wouldn’t have had it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll figure it all out tomorrow,” she thought, drifting off to sleep. “Tomorrow is soon enough to begin my ‘new normal’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*      *      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com"&gt;Mariann Aalda&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mariannaalda.com"&gt;www.mariannaalda.com&lt;/a&gt;) played DiDi Bannister-Stoner on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; from 1981 to its final episode on December 28, 1985.  While she went on to play Grace Battles on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiding Light&lt;/span&gt; and Lena Hart on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunset Beach&lt;/span&gt; on daytime, she also starred in the primetime series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Royal Family&lt;/span&gt; as Elizabeth Royal-Winston and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp;amp; 10&lt;/span&gt; as Ellen Parker and has recurred or guest-starred on such shows as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Designing Women&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Under Fire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parkers&lt;/span&gt;, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last several years she has also turned her talents toward stand-up comedy appearing at Caroline’s Comix and Stand-up NY in New York and Ha-Ha’s and The Hollywood Improv in LA.  For the last several years, however, most of her creative energies have been devoted to writing, producing and performing in &lt;a href="http://www.moistonstageonline.com/index.html"&gt;M.O.I.S.T.!&lt;/a&gt; the 90-minute sex-istential comedy-with-music celebration of the vibrancy, vitality and viability of  “seasoned” woman she co-wrote/produced/performs with Iona Morris (ex Fiona Griffin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As The World Turns&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myimages.bravenet.com/418/887/427/7/MOISTx2-shotxstudio_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 174px;" src="http://myimages.bravenet.com/418/887/427/7/MOISTx2-shotxstudio_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her first installment of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eye on Monticello&lt;/span&gt;, which will be published online, weekly.  As a tribute to the devoted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge of Night&lt;/span&gt; fans who have built and maintained an online community, this is Mariann’s  labor-of-love to fast-forward some of their favorite characters to present time and find out what they might be up to!  Plans also include updates on the actors who played those characters...and what they’re up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEASER&lt;/span&gt;:  When DiDi wakes up she’s going to apply for a job at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monticello Gazett&lt;/span&gt;e... what better way to keep an eye on Monticello!”&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1568474126782253150-912894232760714658?l=eontoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/feeds/912894232760714658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/09/introduction.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/912894232760714658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1568474126782253150/posts/default/912894232760714658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eontoday.blogspot.com/2010/09/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>Alina Adams</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V88Ov8kRQE/R7r__-YmZFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0tYNDxjxw_4/s72-c/mariann_aalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
