By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, St. Patrick’s Day will be here. Earlier in the week, I cheated a bit when I had a healthy helping of corned beef cabbage…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the clocks will have sprung ahead an hour. Just thinking about another change makes my head spin. I am all for cutting out the…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the week will have flown by. That said, Mary and I got out both Friday and Saturday nights. On Friday, we attended the Hartford…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, another grandchild will have had a 4th birthday party–pizza, cake and cupcakes, and lots of presents and lots of family. Among the presents, a…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the snow will have been behind us, well, for the most part because who saw the almost- or even more-than a foot that fell…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have finished a long but pleasant week. Each of us had grandchild duty two times each, along with dog sitting…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the sun will have arrived. Saturday, one of the carwashes on Farmington Avenue had each of its parking spots by the vacuum cleaners filled…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, one of our kids will have celebrated birthday No. 37–a big day, spent hanging out with the kids at home. Sounds kind of nice….

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the temperatures will be hovering around 11 degrees and the day looks to be cold and blustery. The night before, however, at The Rockwell…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, most of the snow from last weekend’s storm will have disappeared, the winds will have kicked up and, looking ahead, there may or may…