Marshmallows Postponed

Tonight's rain postponed the marshmallow roast that was to take place right outside our living room, on the North/South apartment lawn. I just wonder if my classmates remember that two years ago I told the story of how I got my Raisin nickname at a marshmallow roast in Vermont in 1970, and that the story centers on my being completely grossed out by marshmallows in any form.

So I'm hoping that if this roast happens tomorrow instead, at least one person might know that I'll be hiding out, NOT because I'm unsociable, but because the gooey white, sugary mess does nasty things to my body and soul.