Opinion

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.

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.

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?

One of the things I heard the most last week was discussion about the impending snowstorm that was expected through the weekend.

For most of my middle child’s life, she’s had to endure the apparently pure torture of hearing how much she looks just like me.

I haven’t yet been invited to give a commencement address this spring and I’m okay with that.