NOBODY CALLS AT THIS HOUR JUST TO SAY HELLO
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More flotsam from under the hair dryer--idled with childhood and domestic scenes which seem to trickle eternally in the wake of llka Chase and Emily Kimbrough. This time Miss Kampen pays tribute to her Jewish mother--predictably, with the Nancy Walker non sequiturs, shopping battles, home-made-soup errands of mercy, etc., etc. She reminisces about childhood magic shows (her father was an accomplished semi-pro magician), Christmas crises in the Manhattan florist business, and role-playing with models from Kathleen Norris and The Little Colonel books. There's a mournful present-day report on visiting a freeliving daughter, a lament re the New Haven Railroad and other oddments like recipes for a love potion and Mother's tomato soup. Suburban small talk.