Opinion

This late in the wintery season, we don’t expect to have our plans interrupted quite as much by the weather.

WINDThat seems to be the operative word for this weekend.

I spent last week gadding about the Carolinas doing shows and enjoying the South, eating eggs and grits and hearing the waitress say, “Can I get you more coffee, darling?” and encountering Republicans, a tribe rarer than Mohicans on the West Side of Manhattan where I live.

If you read my last week’s column about my adventures in attempting to bake a cake, I can indeed confirm to you that it was pretty bad.

Easter is almost upon us when we Christians take a deep breath after Lent and relax and whoop it up a little.

Mother Nature certainly knows how to get her point across.

Today I am going to get organized and the first item of business is to establish a Home Plate in which I will put things such as billfold, keys, glasses, phone, pens, meds, nail clipper, checkbook, postage stamps, cufflinks, shoelaces, eyedrops, matches, grip tape, flashlight, magnifying glass, things that in the time I’ve spent looking for them in the past few years I could’ve translated The Iliad and made peace with China and unionized college athletes, both men and women.On the other hand, do we really need a new Iliad?