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Cash is king — but here comes the guillotine!

I'm seldom late to supper, but I am sometimes late to a topic.

According to NBC News, we are in the early stages of mood forecasting technology that could help stop bad moods even before they strike.

When I was a starstruck youth, I watched more than my fair share of televised awards programs; but in my nearly 28 years of wedded bliss, such show-biz soirees have consumed only minuscule amounts of my time.

Valentine’s Day is a time for exchanging sweet nothings and terms of endearment. It is an occasion for sharing candlelit meals and opening romantic gifts. It is an opportunity for igniting new sparks or basking in the warmth of comfortable, memory-filled long-term relationships.

On a recent Saturday evening, I had the pleasure of picking up my son after his chess tournament.

Although my family recently watched the 1943 “Lassie, Come Home” on TV, we haven’t seen the “in theaters now!” movie “A Dog’s Way Home” yet.

It’s time to brush up on your knowledge of speakeasies, bathtub gin, demon rum, homebrew, bootlegging and other icons of the Roaring Twenties.

I knew it wasn’t just me!

1968 was a year desperately in need of a Merry Christmas.