I'm Just Saying

I know it’s disappointing, or even irritating, when your favorite columnist gets political. Luckily, for many of you, I’m not your favorite columnist. Regardless, please feel welcome to read an open letter to President Putin.

Dear Vladimir,

Regardless of the fact that I’ve never won a pub quiz, or even come close, I’m one of those people who knows just enough trivia to be considered obnoxious by everyone else.

Boy, am I glad my years of touring and spending more time in airports than home are behind me. Particularly when I read the headline that the TSA retrieved 5,972 guns at security check points last year—blowing past a record confiscated in 2019, despite, from Covid, a period of low travel.

I remembered to write it down this year:

February 9th.

When my personal harbinger of spring vocalizes his anticipation of warmer and longer days.

I always knew my friend, Julie, was a great mother.

One of the reasons I won’t allow an Amazon Alexa into our home is because the fear of ‘Alexa’ listening in is both valid and alarming. I mean, we all realize we’re under surveillance every time we browse online, right?

Small town living means that when you get your tractor stuck in the manure pile during a snow storm, your neighbor comes to pull you out with his back hoe.

It also means you would have a neighbor that actually owns a back hoe.

Oh, and he’s pushing 80.

"Snow!!” a few, of which I formerly considered friends, exclaimed upon hearing the latest forecast for what sounds to be blizzard like conditions arriving Sunday.

“I love snow!” chirped one. “I can’t wait to get to that stack of books I’ve been meaning to read.”