We used to call them the flower boys, or the glory boys. You know, the guys that collect all the recognition for the hard work done by others, collect the huge paychecks and have kids mauling them for autographs.

Twas a week before Christmas and all through our house, not a heater was stirring, for ice coated us now. The dirty wet socks were hung by the wood stove with care, in hopes that PSNH would soon be there.

Have you checked under your son’s bed lately? Close your eyes while you reach under there, cause you might just pull out a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition, or a Playboy magazine! But, what’s the difference?