IShtar has risen, glory be to Mom! WE aren't hunting for eggs, going to Church, or baking a ham this year. No younkers in-house and no religionists to cater. A mellow Sunday with friends is all I ask, to rejoice in new life by going to visit the baby gorilla recently arrived at the Safari Park animal reserve nearby.

Besides I read about one lady was hunting easter eggs with her special-needs lad, and she found a dead tramp under her porch. Ain't that a kick in the head.

Ne'er the less for those who thing Spring should be an occasion for divine adulation, merriest of all Easter be yours.

I shall sip single malt and contemplate the renewal of life forces escaping the bitter clutch of winter once again.