Village Voices - We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks

Maybe it was the continuous cold weather. Maybe it was the fact that we still had traces of snow in our backyard. Or maybe it was because I hadn’t really gone anywhere or had any “Dan time”. Whatever the reason, I am not ashamed to admit that I had been in a funk. Not a depression, but just a feeling of ‘here we go again’ that I needed to break out of. Kind of like in the movie City Slickers, where the main character was told by his wife to go find his smile again.

Well, in my case, there is one sure fire cure for the late winter blahs – a night of poker with friends.

Now, we...