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My brain seems to be languishing these days, causing memory loss, mistakes and air-head misunderstandings, although I have not yet brushed my teeth with sunscreen.

Remember when drugs were Bufferin, Ludens, Pepto Bismol and Geritol? None embarrassed visitors who saw them hanging around your house. They were even suitable to mention at dinner conversations. Because they didn’t have anything to do with bladder leaks.

Day of the Dead, as we all know, is Mexico’s way of remembering and honoring those missing from our lives, much like Postman’s Day on November 12 (Dia del Cartero).

People at Lakeside are complaining that prices are going up, and some have taken to buying their cornflakes out of a sack.

It’s that time of year when a caravan of real estate agents large enough to keep Trump up at night bear down on potential home buyers.

I don’t know what to eat anymore. Dietary science has gotten so complicated there should be an Bon Appetit hotline to check the latest versions of a healthful meal.