Niagara Gazette — Dear Mainland Clock-Watchers — Time’s a-wastin’, as our comic-strip cousin Snuffy Smith used to yowl when a new batch of moonshine came in. Tonight, 2 a.m. becomes 3 a.m. and we “lose” an hour’s sleep in exchange for later daylight.
As if this daylight were worth saving.
Anyway, some quick thoughts:
• The wind and sun have conspired to whip the snow on our bedroom skylight into the shape of a toilet seat. Honest. It does sort of sum up the winter.
• Next big thing over here is the dispute over “vacation” or “tourist” homes. Evidently some of our neighbors are renting to out-of-towners for short occupancy and, according to some folks, some of the visitors behave badly, so they’ve taken their complaints to the Town Board. Some years ago a chap on the river rented his to the manager of the Niagara Rapids for the summer; would be a shame if that sort of thing was criminalized. Bad situations make bad law. How about all the permanent residents who throw loud parties ALL the time and worse yet, don’t invite us …
• Poor John Travolta. He fell victim to Sunday Night Fever and so mangled the introduction of an Oscar singer that Doug turned to Polly and asked, “Is this the gal from England with only one name?” (Adele). We’ve seldom seen a man so sincerely contrite, and who among us has never gone “blank” on a familiar name? Doug sure has; the editors of this column have saved his butt often enough to make pot roast. We’re no big fans of his, but for heaven’s sake, give Josh Treverton a break.
• Last Saturday’s retirement party for former Gazette writer Bill Wolcott was the social event of the season. We should have known he’d have had such fascinating friends and a lovely family, besides.