March has marched in with a vengeance of change. In the Trojan horse saddlebags hid a shrewd surprise, Coronavirus. The gray clouds of uncertainty pelted us with “riddle me this” rain. The Trojan horse then galloped over valleys of vividness. Alas, the vivid vex was prevalent over states and pastures. The virus staked our soil with transforming turmoil. Ah, but that riddle rain also brought with it growth of cherry blossoms. They grew tall and strong amidst wrestling weeds of “where’s the joy?”   I was covered by those cheerful cherry blossom trees last weekend. My Birthday was March 16th. I must admit, I felt as if one of my unwanted presents was the looming virus. I sensed a thick foreign fog. But, my husband, my Superman, saved my “Birthday”. He pulled me from the dense fog and flew me around our “Metropolis”. We shopped, reminisced, ate cheesecake, and laughed with merriment. It’s as if he set me upon a marriage merry-go-round. Round-and-round we go, on love embellished ho

Have you ever watched the movie “Jingle all the Way”? It’s actually one of my favorite Christmas movies. Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sinbad go on the hunt for the coveted “Turboman”.  No, not his sidekick “Booster”, but they wanted the golden toy of the year. They even battled and manipulated each other over a plastic trinket. They didn’t need “Turboman” for a life and death situation, but for the sake of “I want”.  Recently, I did a story about retail stores in this area and the lack of unusual items. Toilet paper, paper towel, wipes, etc. When I scoured the stores yesterday, I felt I was playing a part in “Jingle all the Way”. The aura from the shelves gave a sense of “I want”, not “I need”. Toilet paper and paper towel were the “Turnomen”, and Vitamin C and other immune builders were “Health Boosters”. Some vitamins were lacking, but most stood at attention on the shelves.  Society panics in the most eccentric ways. Citizens should scramble for “Boosters”, the actual import