It’s that time of year when the world falls in love, over-indulges and then has to resolve in the New Year to go on diets. And, of course, jolly St. Nick represents our children’s role model for giving – and, based on his pants size, consuming.

Every year around this time I start to feel really bad.  “Joy to the World!” And I’ll have my meds handy.

Fifty years ago, “plastics” was a keynote to anyone wishing to invest in what was supposed to become the technology of the modern world, giving us everything we touch in a day.

Traveling the roads of Mexico can sometimes be intimidating for those not used to such a trial, partly because Mexican traffic signs and road connections are quite different from those north of the border.

Is murder now so commonplace a news item that we don’t pay much attention to it, or even show much outrage?

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.