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Vol. 330 No. 444
Yes, I know the May newsletter is late, but I was walking in the rain for a week (Yes, England), visiting Aunt Harrods (shoes) and the British Library (research for the 5th BRIT in the FBI series), the cutest baby in the universe (parents good breeders), and trying to avoid stepping into water traps on the sidewalks of London at night.
Vol. 660 No. 229
Goodness gracious, it’s TAX time. Are all of you chomping at the bit? Can’t wait to pay the Feds mo’ money, mo’ money? What to do? Bite the bullet, muchachos, keep that chin up and walk head high through that long dark tunnel. If you see a white light, you’re not dead, it means you’re almost through, safely intact, or nearly, for another year. And it’s best not to look back. Go get a margarita right now.
Vol. 031 No. 500
Beware the Ides of March. I wondered for a long time what Ides meant, I mean, something like March eyes seeing something you did wrong? Okay, don’t beg, I’ll tell you. Ides is from the old Roman calendar, roughly the middle day of each month, all made famous by Julius Caesar and Shakespeare because it’s the actual day (March 15, 44 BC) Julius Caesar went (unwillingly) to the Great Beyond by the hand of his good bud Brutus, later of Pop Eye fame.
Vol. 77 No. 11
Welcome to February – the ever-striving month that didn’t quite make it to the big leagues. Always short two days forever (except for that idiot 4th year rule). Where do the 29th and 30th go? Are the 29th and 30th too exhausted and need a month off? It’s just not right but I don’t know who to complain to….
Vol. 110, No. 011
January: The Once-A-Year Period of Resolution and Dissolution:
Do you know what I resolved to do in the new year? Sorry, not telling you, but know this: No dissolution yet. (I’m not talking about Henry VIII and the Pope.) We’ll see how long I can keep it up. How about you? Are you a firm resolutionist or just plain dissolute?