Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear friends!  How are you?  That may depend upon the weather the next few days.  I'm fine as long as I don't have to drive in snow or shovel it. Since Mother Nature went schizophrenic, nobody knows what to expect.  We were all getting ready for a nice spring.  Will it snow on Easter?  It wouldn't be the first time.  I even remember one snow in May.  It's just disheartening to get all psyched up for spring, and then this mess is dropped on us.  Whatever happens, it should melt soon.  I hope.

This election thing has the whole country wondering how low certain candidates will go.  We're divided right down the middle.  That's not good.  "A house divided against itself cannot stand."  Mr. Lincoln knew about these things.  And still civil war broke out.  I would maintain that the current crop of candidates are far from the best people for the job.  However, the best people aren't interested.  So we get clowns instead.  But there's nothing funny about these clowns . . .

Señor Zanza perseveres in his efforts at teaching Junior how to drive.  That is, if it doesn't drive him insane, first.  I've seen white people before, but no one as white as Señor Zanza when a lesson with Junior is over.  Junior wants to hot rod it, while Señor Zanza's driving style is considerably more muted.  Which one will win out? Well, if Junior really wants his license, his antics will have to stop.  Furthermore, I'm not in a position to pay the price increase on my automobile insurance if Junior gets his license.  Once I make him realize that he has to make up the difference, he may not be in such a hurry to drive.

I see in the news where Paul McCartney is trying to get back the Beatles' music catalog.  It must be galling to have to pay royalties on songs he wrote or co-wrote.  I assume he doesn't perform those old songs too often.  It could get expensive.

Accessing human sources of food might make birds better problem solvers. (Jack Guez/AFP)

Here's an interesting story from the Washington Post: "Urban birds may be smarter than their country cousins, new study suggests"
So, the next time a bird poops on you. remember that it may be PhD poop.

Thank you all so much for reading my blog today.  I love each and every one of you.  I consider it a great honor when you choose to read my blog.  Thank you, again.

PhD poop?  Ask  madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Take it easy this week if the weather proves rough.  Slow down and live.  As I said earlier, it'll soon melt.  I love you and hope you have a great week.  See you next week.