It’s a Friday night and time to cruise and see and be seen around town. Gas is a tad salty, all of 35 cents a gallon, but you gotta cruise or your just not in.

No. 2 son (age 22) has just sauntered through one of life’s big thresholds by graduating from college. Commencement took place almost a month ago, but I held off writing this celebratory column just to be sure that no surprises popped up, like some laaaaast little mandatory course to take, or some laaaaast little overdue library fine to pay, or some laaaaast honkin’ big check to write. Turns out No. 2 did ask for one of those, just to help him truly feel my pride.

Greetings, one and all, and welcome! Submitted comments (in one form or another) continue to roll in. Let’s check the mailbag because it’s time to hear from The Roiling Hundreds!

Another group of high school seniors anxiously anticipate graduation day. For most, these weeks in May have been activity filled as students prepared for final exams, sports teams finished their gaming season, and musical groups put on final performances for the public to enjoy. For them, and for their parents, this is a bittersweet moment in time.

We’re almost to that time of year again when it’s appropriate to start thinking about our children’s futures as they approach the end of middle school or as they approach high school graduation.

I think it was Edward R. Murrow who decades ago referred to television as a “waste wasteland.” Afraid I’m going to have to agree. Sure seems like the offerings on this noise box as Winnie and Duffy call it, are pretty slim. No, I don’t get the History Channel or Discovery Channel, but I do get PBS which has some favorites.

Greetings, one and all, and welcome! Thanks much for joining me. There’s plenty of mail to ponder, so what say we get right down to it and check in with The Roiling Hundreds!

It was an e-mail from my sister. The news was good. We had sold my mother’s house at a fair price, considering the myriad problems that Joan just didn’t want to deal with in her later years: leaky basement, peeling paint, and light fixtures in the living room that went on and off on their own. No light switch necessary. Kinda creepy, really.

From time to time it amazes me what one can find or learn when they are not really looking for anything specific. Recently, during the course of chasing stories for the paper, I made a trip down Morgan Street in search of a person to write an “At Random” story about.