CAROL GALLIGAN PHOTO | A planter in the corner of my balcony and the poor little crocuses trying their best. Most likely doomed!
If this is supposed to be spring, my inclination is to rewrap it and return it to sender, marked “Damaged in transit.” No resemblance to what I ordered.
However, history tells us that the famous Blizzard of ’88 (that’s 1888, not 1988) was in the second week of March, so we’re right on the mark, time wise, to be miserable. Fifty-five inches of snow fell then and 400 people died between Washington D.C. and Maine, if you can believe Google, so I guess we shouldn’t complain too much. Although to be honest, I like to complain and firmly believe it’s good for you, as in forget that “stiff upper lip” stuff. (more…)
As you read this, I want you to picture me by the pool, sunglasses (and, of course, shirt) on, soaking up the sun in Florida.
OK, now for those of you still reading — the hardcore readers who weren’t instantly turned off by that boastful first sentence — please understand I need this vacation right now. (more…)
Golfers of all ages are wondering — what happened to one of the sport’s greatest players?
What is going on with the man who is arguably the greatest golfer who ever lived? (more…)
AMBROSE CLANCY PHOTO
If you know, let us know. Send your responses to [email protected] or phone at (631) 749-1000, extension 18. (more…)