New administration brings hope for one-percent tax work
Mrs. Herman McKenzie
I don’t know why I never thought that large print books would be heavy. Maybe because one or two I’d bought as gifts were very cheap, less than a dollar.
Anyhow, I’d recently decided to order six of my favorite novels in large print, using a gift check, and two of them arrived more promptly than the others.
Anyone who reads this column with any sort of regularity knows of my devotion to the Weather Channel, which I refer to as my “Home Channel,” and my other realization that the Weather Channel really comes alive for you, once you know people from other states, other parts of this country, and other countries of the world.
I lost my gardening partner five weeks ago, and it doesn’t get any easier, day by day, going on alone.
Today would have been Herman’s 88th birthday.
So hard to realize that all our projects, planned together, are now up to me, and of course son Kevin and great friend Pete McKay.
Looking for a preparation-for-spring job that is just about right for these too-warm late October days with little rainfall, something that promises hints of spring without too much work, as the planting of the spring daffodil garden is going to be for Vicki and I.
I probably fell in love with the allium the first summer the Madison Central High School academic competition team went to New Orleans, and that would put it back about 20 years ago.
We rode the streetcars incessantly, and it seemed that every home had pots of this tall, perfectly round, and absolutely perfect blue flower.