Phil Peirce

The day after I turned the clock on another year, our hardy crew put the March issue to bed with hardly a fuss. As I’m prone to do, on occasion, I have lost my list of faithful helpers, but Isabell Fogwill, Marguerite Desmond, Lucy Beeman, and Vern and Margaret Heipler I do remember being there. And, I’m pretty sure I was there… or, was I? Well, for those whom I have forgotten, I apologize. However, it might be well to get used to it, because, as I recall, I’ve done it quite often as it is.

And, while I’m apologizing, I offer my sincere apologies to those contributors whose articles and bulletin board items were left out of that issue. As it turns out, one of them was postponed anyway and is in this issue, now. The omissions were part of our “transition” problems, but we believe we have set a system in place to keep track of everything. Again, I apologize.

The Earth Day clean-up program, Operation Clean Sweep, as mentioned elsewhere in this issue, is set for April 23. I don’t know about you, but before the snow started flying, I found the roadsides in our fair town looking just terrible. It was almost as if people were trying to see how messy they could make it look. And, it looked terrible. As I write this, the roadsides look great, because 8 to 10 inches of snow looks kind of nice. But, when it melts, that’s when everything is going to show. Now, I want you all to do me a favor. Just when you’re beginning to enjoy the disappearance of the last bits of snow and the refreshing feel of the warmer spring air, take a ride around town. Check out the roadsides as you ride. Then, make a mental note to help out on April 23 from 8 a.m. until noon by bagging up some of that debris. Elsewhere in this issue, there will be directions on how to dispose of this stuff, but believe me, you’ll feel much better the next time you drive around town and see the difference you have made.

Hopefully you’ve finished groaning from last month’s pun long enough for this one: Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, “I’ve lost my electron.” The other days, “Are you sure?” The first replies, “I’m positive.”

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