While wandering up and down the aisles at the grocery store today, I stopped in the health products area and was reminded of a comment that was made, several years ago. I have told the story before, but this part of it was driven home on this trip to the grocers. 

Reading The Altamont Enterprise has always given me a lot of joy. It informs me about so many different things that are going on in and around the village. With the editorials I have the opportunity to keep in touch with some of the hot topics of the week.

Regardless of what the weather looks like outside, it really is spring. At least, according to the calendar it is.

As I was reading one of my Danielle Steele mysteries I reached a page that reminded me of our daughters and the talks we would have as they grew up. Jim and I agreed that they should be encouraged to talk with either one of us about any subject they wanted to talk about.

In 1945 Vaughn Monroe recorded, Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!  It is a song written by lyricist Sammy Cahn and composer Jule Styne and it was written in Hollywood, Calif. during one of the hottest days on record.  It became a popular hit, reaching No. 1 on the Billboard music chart the following year.

Jim, my husband, was rummaging around in the kitchen when I called  to him asking what he was doing. “Looking for a snack” he responded.  He walked around the corner with a big smile on his face, and I knew that I had caught him in the act of nighttime kitchen raiding.

Everyday activities and sounds can seem very strange when you are deep in thought. I was reading the latest book that I picked up at the library when my cell phone rang and made me jump. Although the ring tone is very familiar, hearing it in the quiet of my home while engrossed in my new book was almost alarming.

Owning a small business is a lot of hard work. If the proprietors like what they are doing they will make it seem more like fun than work. In our case, it was a combination of both. We worked hard and had fun doing our work. When Jim, my husband, and I had the doll house and miniature store on Maple Ave.

There are times that we say things and have a nagging afterthought that we either should not have said what we did or we should have chosen our words more carefully. After reading last week’s column, I felt that I was to casual, about the Wounded Warriors and needed to explain more about their injuries.

Last week, I talked about some people who were physically challenged. Little did I know that this week I would be enjoying a ball game with the Wounded Warriors competing against the local All Stars.