Let me begin this column with a heads up to all my loyal readers. If there is a date, including the month anywhere near the words on this page, I can assure you it was not my hand that put it there. Beginning March 2020, my grasp of time, including what month we are in, has been non-existent.

Of course “The Rona” threw us all for a loop in that month. For me, that began a period where one month slipped by and was swiftly and quietly replaced by another. This process continued until, Lo and Behold, someone informed me another March was here! What happened to the other eleven that s...