Several years ago, I forced Jacquie, my mother’s partner of 36 years, my mother and Maryanne to visit with the Phillie Phanatic at a local college’s alumni weekend. The Phanatic loves to mess up people’s hair. Jacquie was always fussy about how she looked, but she was a good sport that day. (I think she was holding on to the mascot’s hands so they wouldn’t wander). Jacquie was a generous soul who could maintain her dignity even when being manhandled by a 6-ft. tall, very green, and very furry creature. In heaven now, Jacquie’s hair is being permed while she is getting a mani-pedi and reading Star magazine or The National Enquirer, with a Slot machine not far away. Rest in peace.