
Class of 2018?





We've been trying to buy a Wii since the week after Christmas. We (foolishly, erroneously) thought that they'd be easy to get once the holidays were over. Finally yesterday, despite Daylight Savings Time and the fact that Dan was out of town, G & I went to stand in line in the cold before Best Buy opened to see if we could get one of the "minimum of 15" advertised in the Sunday flyer. (I keep reading that Wiis are big with senior citizens, but the only other people there matched the demographic of the Star Trek Convention I attended in 1994.) Fortunately the manager at the store was a decent sort ... as people lined up he'd come out and hand out tickets for a unit to be claimed before noon, so you could go and do something else until the store opened. We got ticket 12, which G took as A Sign, since she was getting it for her 12th birthday. I couldn't figure out how to hook it up, so we had to wait for Dan to get home this evening. G & I played tennis, bowling and boxing. What a blast! We are already planning the add-ons!
We've had more than 80 inches of snow this winter and days on end of subzero temperatures. Despite cold weather, intermittant snow flurries and lots of the white stuff still around today, G & I saw three examples of what my dad proclaims the true harbinger of spring ... the dead skunk in the middle of the road. Sorry for those poor little critters, but hopeful that spring really is nigh!
G browses the book fair
My dad has always been big on reunions and keeping up with people. The Internet has allowed him to get in touch with friends he's lost touch with, even if it has been 30 or 40 years. He's told me several times that "it's never too late." I was fortunate this week when Cindy, a high school friend whose wedding I was in, found me, serendipitously aided by someone we both didn't connect each other with (see Don Version 2.0 at right). Now I know Dad is absolutely right. It's only too late if you miss your chance.