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It’s time to give back all those stolen carts

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As you’re probably aware, February is “Return Shopping Carts to the Supermarket Month.” That means you’ve only got three more days to round up all the stray carts on your property and wheel those babies back. Go ahead and use the middle of the street for this purpose; everybody else does. Presumably you’ll be granted amnesty if you get them in before midnight on Friday. Here in […]

For Petula, whenever I may find her

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Last night I had a dream involving Petula Clark. I encountered her on a street in London and someone was there to take our picture together — one of those fatuous, grinning selfies meant to imply that Petula and I were great friends. She pretended to kiss me on the cheek. Two things struck me about this dream. First: Petula Clark. Really? If I’m going to dream […]

Tonya Harding’s secret, sort-of, admirer

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Put me in Team Tonya. I guess that makes me an army of one. Yeah:  It’s tough to sympathize with the roughneck skater even all these years later. She was never what you’d call likable, and never admitted any role in the idiotic plot to cripple Olympics-rival Nancy Kerrigan — even though, if you believe the new ESPN documentary “The Price of Gold,” the evidence suggests otherwise. […]

A stroll past Friendship Fountain

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I no longer make New Year’s resolutions per se, but this time of year I do remind myself of some old ones. Getting at least 10,000 steps a day, for example. Today it was warm and sunny after a few days of being cold and rainy, so Tess and I walked the bridges downtown. The route is only three miles or so, but combined with a couple […]

Happy New Year. Even if it isn’t.

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Probably not, but life goes on, you know? One of the few things I really loved about the movie When Harry Met Sally was Billy Crystal’s frank admission that he didn’t know what the hell “Auld Lang Syne” was supposed to mean. I don’t either. But if I’ve had a bit too much drink on New Year’s Eve — and that is […]

Ah, the Halloweens of old

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Before I forget, Happy Halloween. I’ll be happy when it’s over. We have about a bushel of candy ready to go, and I guarantee you it will be gone before the kids quit coming. Something about this Springfield neighborhood, the big porches and the wide sidewalks. A holiday like this, maybe it is a little too pedestrian friendly. Still, the wife gets a kick out of it […]

I’ll have the planks, thanks

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When I’m not blogging, which is most of the time, I am cooking things on the grill. I do it so much that recently I bought this expensive Weber to replace the cheap piece of crap I got a couple of years ago. Two or three seasons and it was falling apart. Yes, the barbecue season in Florida lasts roughly 12 months a year, but still. Anyway, […]