WE were sitting on a sofa talking, when there was a lull in the conversation. Then with a twinge of nostalgia and affection in her voice my friend said, “You know, Barbara Billingsley died yesterday.”
I quickly started thinking in my head where I knew that name from, but I came up blank. It was totally unfamiliar. Judging by her expression, I could tell it was someone whose passing meant something. “Remind me who that is again?” I asked. “June Cleaver,” she said. Ahhh, June Cleaver! Now, her I know.