A pink box of chocolate

I’m on the road a little bit earlier than usual. It’s February and I am on a mission to find that perfect heart-shaped, pink box of candy for my best friend.

I have never really been a big fan of pink, but this day while I drive along the river, I can’t help but notice the sky.

It’s really cold this morning and the spray from the river has made its way to the trees along its banks. Each and every branch has created a magical fairyland look. The sky at first light has a hint of pink as it reflects off the crystalline branches. All of that white and pink seem to highlight the early morning sky as an eagle glides alongside, keeping up with my Jeep.

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Endless love

You’ve delivered the kids to Grandma’s. A centerpiece of fresh red roses graces the table, set for two. Candles are burning, and wine is chilling in the fridge. A heart-shaped box of chocolate, tied with a red satin ribbon, is hidden, waiting for its presentation. Ravel’s “Bolero” plays softly on the stereo

You’ve pulled out all the stops for your valentine.

And you’re showing the planet lots of love along the way on this special Valentine’s Day. You’ve made a vow to incorporate these changes into your life from this day forward.

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Dancing and powdered wigs

I am a terrible dancer and yes, I have done enough dancing to come to that conclusion and no, it wasn’t that much.

I spent two weeks of the summer between junior and senior years of high school dressed as a member of the 1776 Continental Congress, casually rehearsing the opening dance number to “A Chorus Line” on the back rehearsal deck at the Forestburgh Playhouse. I spent the following two weeks performing in “A Chorus Line” as one of the dancers, who would get cut.

I should back up a little bit.

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