The month of March manifests itself with wonky weather. Outside, but also inside. One emerges from the hibernation of winter into the seductive sun of spring with ambitious plans. And gets as far as the chair on the porch, the-things-to-do list abandoned to contented indolence.
The sophistication of modern forensic science makes it 99.9% certain that every human being is unique. Fingerprints, DNA, RNA, and other secondary indicators are clear: There is no standard model of humanity.
A man I know well is coping with an unexpected early onset of a health condition. No, he is not ill or depressed. He is feeling very well and up-pressed, actually.
As an unofficial inspector of the postings on classroom windows of the elementary school across the street, I noted that recent skills acquired in cutting out snowflakes from paper were applied to making symmetrical hearts for St. Valentine’s Day.
A friend who teaches science in high school says that most of his students have a hard time believing that human beings ever set foot on the Moon. So do I.