Itâs that time of the year, dear friends, when I take my long pink feathered pen in hand, don a smoking jacket, and feebly attempt to poetically end the year of Harry columns. As always, I have to offer a blanket apology to a real poet, Sandra Meek, of Berry College, who probably starts the fire in her fireplace with my yearly poetry-like column. But here goes â¦
Iâm sure that Norman and Peg Arey,
When asked about my yearly holiday poem,
Jump to their bunny slippered feet
And shout, again? Nary!
A scientist who probably knows the definition of albumenoid.