Joan Rivers died yesterday and I baked a blueberry pie. My mom loved Joan Rivers. LOVED HER. She found Joan's razor-sharp comedy delightfully prickly. Like Joan, my mother lost her husband at a young age. And like Joan, my mother was the mother to one child, a daughter.
On June 27, I was served a gluten-containing meal at the Mounted Cat at the Burlington, Vermont Hilton. I contacted Hilton on June 30; however, they never responded to my complaints. Today I'm sharing my letter, so others don't get sick at this restaurant. . . .