My parents in 1966. They met at a Memorial Day party, when she was a freshman and he was a senior. Their song: Mr. Tambourine Man. Adorable or just plain dorky?

I’ve never been one to post selfies, but I am counting down the minutes until I get my hair done tomorrow.

As the snow pours down sideways and accumulates on our deck, Doug stands at the window shaking his head and muttering, “Fourth highest tax rate in the nation…” And in the background on this mid-May evening, Ray Charles belts out another round of “Georgia on My Mind.”