LeBron Who?

OK OK I admit that now after all the hoopla in the sports media I do indeed know who this person is. I am hoping that he stays in that midwestern city by the sea otherwise I will never hear the end of his ridiculous made up name.

Today continues to be record breaking hot and I am moved to sport sleeveless dresses that skim my body. Anything tight or that smacks of a fashion detail has been marked verboten so that means no belts, chunky necklaces or even rayon outfits. I realized this morning that my "I am a kool but chic New Yorker" costume is the black Michael Kors dress that I wore to my consular interview with the US immigration folks in Guanxjo - sp -- ten years ago almost to the date. This was the final stop in a 10 day marathon adoption tour in China. That morning we all arrived in our special for the occasion grown up clothes to spend time in a children's romper room until each of us were called into cubicles for our one on one interviews with some beaurocrat. The most important document I had with me on that trip was not all the identifying documents such as birth certificates, etc. but a simple notarized paper that said I had the power to effect Kate's adoption even without the physical presence of my husband. After successfully negotiating that fateful meeting, Kate, Grandma Dot and I all repaired to the beautiful air conditioned bar at the White Swan Hotel that looked out on all the boat traffic on the Yangtze River. I had a celebratory gin & tonic, I don't remember what Dorothy had but Kate had what was clearly her first ice cream cone which she tried quite politely to eat with a knife and fork. Eventually expedience overcame manners as she saw this treasure melting on her plate faster that she could parce it into bite size piece and balance them on a fok.

All this memory because of a dress. Maybe the name for me is Michael Kors and I shall continue to say LeBron who.