Back to normal. Yep. If Cuomo is normal, we should be lighting the fuse and running full tilt away from normal.

They are delicious. None for sale — those days are behind me for better and for worse.

Shit! Where did this happen?

Struth!

Google “accumulating dictatorship.”

No. 10 pond is my sister’s local swimming hole.

Pillsbury State Park. Canoe access site without neighbors.

The skillet isn’t the greatest in a lot of ways, but it’s well seasoned and I know it backwards and forwards. We made campfire pizza in it that was awesome.

She got walloped. So. Very. Hard.

I suppose the difference is in the point at which you start counting. My father was never diagnosed with dementia, yet Alzheimer’s was on his death certificate, signed by his family physician. No autopsy, so he had clearly made the diagnosis but chose not to put it in the chart for whatever reason.

My parents and in-laws all lived for more than 10 years with dementia.