Big news from 200 Main street.

I am starting the New Year in the Old Country. I arrived in the nick of time for a lovely party on New Year’s Eve.

The nurses have it. We always knew that.

The season is upon us. How did that happen so fast?

Our first dusting of snow. I love to see it come, love to see it go.

The turks seem startled by the heat in the house but their treats taste just as good inside or out.

Welcome to winter. The weather has adjusted to the season.

The turkeys are definitely on daylight savings time.

As Yogi Berra said, “It gets late early out there.”

I have not cried in years. But I cried Saturday night.