View from Hickory Heights: Show your love
I got to thinking about Valentine’s Day when my son’s bedroom stove overheated. When they got home from work their bedroom was more than 90 degrees. When he told me about it my mind went back to a Valentine’s Day many years ago. My first husband was never big on Valentine’s Day. Sometimes, he remembered but more often than not he forgot until he came home to a special dinner that I fixed for him. This event happened when we were dating. He came up to my apartment on a Wednesday night to visit and brought me a Valentine. It was a pretty box of candy that was shaped like a ...