Our latest centenarian. And I remember when she became a mere nonagerian.
Happy 100th birthday, Sylvia. Just remember that the first century is the hardest.
Dear Reader: I devoted all my blog entries this week to Sylvia Davis, or at least to the achievements and experiences I'd gleaned from knowing her for only 18% of her life. If this is the first entry about Sylvia you've come across, you might want to jump back to Monday, April 5 ("My other girlfriend . . .") and then read the week's posts in sequence.