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November 18th, 2020 |
This week, I ambled away from cable news, the pandemic and the guy in the White House who appears to have set up permanent camp.
On Jan. 6, I had a mid-morning eye-doctor appointment. We picked up a few groceries and had an elegant fast-food lunch in the front seat of Chez Subaru, so it was nearly 2 p.m. when we arrived home, flipped on the television and stared stunned at the sight unfolding before us.
What if I were to include in this column information on a bar in Wilton that serves minors, and after getting them drunk, uses them to create child pornography? Now, 95 percent of you (or at least I hope that many) would assume I have spent way too much time sucking down the last of the New Year’s champagne.
Locked down in the midst of a pandemic? Trying whiling away the hours in a conversation with your dead grandmother. That’s what I am doing. No, I haven’t taken leave of my senses. Well, not completely.
Okay, one more holiday season. For the first time ever, I turned over the meal preparations to my two daughters.
It occurs to me this will be the first year in decades that my family will not have a Christmas tree.
Even though I have been acquainted with the Internet for nearly 30 years, I’m still amazed by how content boomerangs around faster than you can say “Facebook.”
As soon-to-be “citizen” Trump rides off into the sunset, there has been much speculation about how he has changed politics forever, whether he will run again in 2024, how influential he will remain in the Republican Party, etc.
I was saddened but not surprised to hear that only about two-thirds of the folks who usually attend the Norwalk community Thanksgiving dinner stopped by Sunday to pick up a meal at this year’s drive-through event.
f you have been watching Channel 8 WKBT recently, you might have seen a familiar face, Brian Rude of Coon Valley.
Ah, in just two weeks, the election will grind its way to a merciful end. The presidential contest alone will have spent $5.8 billion.
Yes, friends, I am still here and above the sod. I am home from the hospital, driving my husband nuts and doing relatively well after my Covid-19 diagnosis.
