Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my post-valentine valedictorians! How are you? How about that freezing weather last week? You’d think it was February. Actually, I kind of enjoyed our dips into the single digits for the extra blanket on the bed and sounder sleep. No thank you, however, to waking up to a cold house with cold floors. And a cold, er, throne. Oh my.

I try to keep my weekly blog “P & P,” as Mr. jedwis would say. Positive & Productive. I try. But when I scan the weekly news, it seems there is little P & P out there anymore.

I see that our Mr. Mayor John Dickert went to Paris recently: http://www.journaltimes.com/news/local/racine-s-traveling-mayors-dickert-s-expenses-less-than-becker/article_5a874674-563e-11e1-9702-0019bb2963f4.html That is so romantic. I would love to go to Paris. (Hint, hint, Señor Zanza.) Perhaps we can sell the French bottled Racine water. We have “The Best Tasting City Water in America”: http://usmayors.org/79thAnnualMeeting/documents/watertastetest_062011.pdf Racine is French for “root,” right? Call it. “Eau de la Rivière Racine.” There, I just made a million dollars for the city and I didn’t even have to leave Racine.

On the state level, we see . . . oh, never mind.

Nationally, uh, . . . forget it.

Internationally, well, that leaves me ill, too…

Here, here is what I have for you, my dear Irregulars. Madame Zoltar will always love you:



Thank you so much for stopping by. My readers are my raison d'être. Oh dear, Ms. kk will be correcting my French, I’m sure. I don’t have her savoir-faire.

Stay in Racine or join the French Foreign Legion? Ask Madame Zoltar: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Be careful out there, my dear Irregulars. Although I always watch over you, sometimes I get bonked on the head, and things get a little mixed up. Expect the best, but prepare for the worst. What am I even saying? I’m tired and fading fast, my French fries. Fremescent!