This is a precious month, the gateway to summer when you slather on the sun screen and roast as you cook hotdogs on a grill for all the teenagers in the neighborhood.

I hope everyone had an amazing Easter, lots of family and gratitude, joyous singing, and weird painted eggs hidden behind bushes, and will the kids eat them? No breakfast before the hunt, that’s always my best advice and skip the hard-boiled eggs, just little bunny chocolates, preferably solid, not hollow, always a bummer to a kid.

Ides of March are on the 15th to remind you Caesar bit the big one in 44 B.C., assassinated by sixty Roman senators, all garbed in their white robes, soon to be red and white, Roman flip flops, led by Brutus who turned out to be a lousy friend. You can’t help but wonder how much was left of poor unsuspecting Caesar.