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Having grown up in suburban, post-World War II America, I am a flagrant waster of water. I run water over dishes as I wash them, unconcerned as the excess runs down the drain. My husband calls it “The Talking Waters.” I call it hydro-therapy.

 When I was a child, I loved my doctor, Frank De Rook. He had come from the Netherlands and practiced medicine with his wife from their family’s home on Fletcher Road in Guilderland.


How should one react to the disgraced exit of our governor? Let me count the ways. 

To quote Popeye, “I am disgustipated.”  

I suppose I could stop there, but where’s the fun in that?