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Show when I'm glad I DO live alone! I can eat early or late or not at all; if I'm tired I can go to bed when I please. If I want to read in bed nobody complains "Please turn off the light!' Or if I should eat crackers in bed, those crumbs don't bother anybody any-body but me! And if I get a notion I'd like to go someplace, I make simple arrangements and ... go! No waiting for "his vacation or "after work". Best of all, no worry if "he" doesn't come home on time. When I'm home, I'm all there is. But even though I am alone I have dozens, yes, many dozens of friends with whom I can have and enjoy "sparkling conversations, con-versations, shared confidences and warm mutual trust"! So I figure I'm pretty lucky. Bits and Pieces By Eleanor Bennett There was a syndicated column in a San Diego paper not long ago which a friend sent me. It was a humorous essay on living liv-ing alone, written by a lady who obviously did NOT live alone. She wound up by acknowledging acknowledg-ing that living alone might have its advantages at times but she preferred the "sparkling conversations, con-versations, shared confidences and warm mutual trust" that having a husband offered. Well, let me tell you my thoughts on living alone. I know I miss a lot of things because be-cause I live alone, but believe me, I find there are many times |