to be flipping through the channels Sunday, looking for something to amuse me on another of our endless dreary January days, when I stumbled across Ken Burns’ documentary “The US and the Holocaust.” I had viewed the full six hours when it was first released on PBS, but in my dotage, I had forgotten enough of it that once started, I could not look away. 

Okay, it’s time to take down the tree and shove the champagne glasses back on the high shelf that we short folks cannot reach.

Until we added streaming service to our television watching, I never realized how many Christmas movies there are.

I had just polished off a plate loaded with things I should not have eaten at the recent Norwalk Community Thanksgiving dinner when it occurred to me that I had not seen a single Latino face. 

I recently was browsing through my very tattered and worn copy of “The Wiltonians.” Local history books will never be on the New York Times bestseller list, but they do become a constant reminder of where we have been, and in some cases, where we are headed.

Take a deep breath. One more week.

Take a deep breath. It’s just two more weeks until we march to the polls and bring a merciful end to those political attack ads and the even more tedious yard signs (please bring back the pink flamingos).

Before the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s and the protest songs that accompanied it (think “We Shall Overcome” or “A Change is Gonna Come”), the famed jazz composer Charles Mingus wrote the “Fables of Faubus”