I'll bet you know Australians always shorten words and phrases, like barbecue becomes barbie. But that isn't a biggie. (In 'Aussie' or Oz, does biggie come from bigamist?) No challenge at all. Take a robust syllable word and boil it down to only two syllables -- Tasmanians become Tassies and of course Tasmanian Devils are also Tassies and thus this rather weird intro leads me to the nationwide story about Little Mary, a young Tasmanian Devil, who broke curfew and snuck out of her very fine sanctuary on the Gold Coast in Australia and roamed free for two weeks before she was found at low-ebb and returned to the ER Vet in the sanctuary, coddled, loved, repaired, fed until she was back to one hundred percent and showing her "Jaws" teeth in big smiles.

Hello all of you who celebrated the Summer Solstice. Those of you who forgot, it’s okay, I did too.

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.