Each night I crawl between pink floral polyester sheets and stretch my body out on a hard mattress with its 20-year warranty. On cold nights I pull a cotton blanket under my chin and set the thermostat to a comfortable room temperature. This week’s column is a story told to me by my husband Jerry, about the feather beds of his boyhood.
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Opinion, Pages 6 on 03/09/2011
Print Headline: LOOKING BACK Remembering feather beds