The day milk was saved

I can’t be precisely sure when it was, because I was very young. But at some point, I realized that milk was for baby cows, not people. At least, it was in the form that I was getting it – this white stuff that tasted icky.

Everybody talks about it

I came in from a beautiful day in the 70s (F.) on Monday, and sat down at my computer. It didn’t take me long to be reminded that this time last year, it wasn’t much different, maybe a little cooler. However, on that particular day a year earlier than that, I was bewailing the loss of my ice scraper.

Ah, Valentine’s!

This should cause no surprise to anyone except a few brain-dead boyfriends and husbands, but Valentine’s Day is less than a week in the future. Get crackin,’ guys.

Alternative what?

We’ve all heard a lot lately about “alternative facts.” The first time I heard it was when Kellyanne Conway, a White House senior adviser, used the term.

Somebody mention the vet?

Edna St. Vincent Millay is credited with saying, “It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another. It’s one damn thing over and over.” I can see what she meant. Only it’s a lot of one things over and over.

Forty-two and counting

Alice and I recently celebrated our 42nd anniversary. And while I know there are folks who have been married longer than that, I decided to mention it.

The (year) end is near

Okay. All my seasonal singing gigs are over, as are all the parties except New Year’s, and there isn’t a caroler in sight. Looks like I’ve survived another Christmas.