The change to Daylight Saving comes this Sunday. And for as long as I’ve been writing a column, I’ve given a twice-a-year rant against time changes. In all that time, I’ve had one result: Nothing.
How do you know it’s rained too much?
Sorry folks, I can’t think of anything funny right now. The news is full of school shootings, including the recent one which took place on Valentine’s Day in Florida.
Our daffodils haven’t bloomed yet, but they’re coming up. Ours are never quite the earliest. Some folks may have already had a couple of blooms.
So now we come to Valentine’s Day. Of all the “holidays” that we don’t take an actual holiday for, this one has to be the strangest.
So what’s the big deal with Groundhog Day, I was thinking. My attitude, I confess, was a lot like the Phil Connors character played by Bill Murray in the movie, “Groundhog Day.” And I didn’t think I’d be changing my mind.
Okay, about this government shutdown business.
Went to bed Monday night figuring nothing would really happen. Woke up Tuesday morning and discovered I was mistaken.
Well, in case no one has noticed (ha!), there’s no huge slate of college football games on tap for this Saturday. Yep, like the old Roy Orbison song, “It’s Over.” No matter whether one is happy, sad or outraged over the outcome of that national championship final, college football is going away until next fall.
So January of 2018 came in like a polar bear. At least it wasn’t an Abominable Snowman.