The glue's gone," I murmured, clutching a red-starred poinsettia with both hands. Stamping my feet to ward off the December chill, I gazed at the name on the plaque. White block letters on a marble background. Fifty-four years condensed into a name topping two dates and a hyphen. So begins this gentle, elegiac memoir of growing up in San Diego, it's full-circle trip to Washington State, and the glue that held one family together during the turbulent 1960s and 70s. Told with a twinkle and a dose of hope as bright as a summer sky. Includes favorite family recipes and photo gallery.