Enough Already! There are some television shows I wish were never started. Sophomoric, broad, bathroom humor offering nothing to elevate the mind.

Saturday Night Live comedian Colin Jost delivered remarks Saturday during the annual Correspondence Dinner, and while he took the expected jabs at both Donald Trump and Joe Biden, there was a moment where he explained one of the biggest problems with how people vote. It was surprising to hear jokes about Biden, something that most places simply don’t allow.

I recognize it has become popular for conservatives to be against aid to Ukraine and other foreign endeavors. But honestly, anyone who has bothered to understand the underlying intent of Russian President Vladimir Putin and the potential consequences of the collapse of Ukranian statehood with Russian victory, knows it shouldn’t be so easy to turn a blind eye to their situation.

What time is it? I don’t know much about my great grandfather and the more I learn the odder he seems. We never met, of course, since he was born in 1839 and died in 1922 at age 83.

Earl Watt When Democrat Chuck Schumer decided to dismiss the impeachment charges against Department of Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas without a trial, he continued to erode the fabric of the republic. The vote against Mayorkas in the House was partisan, with all Republicans voting to impeach and all Democrats voting against impeachment.

Feels like spring is finally here. I’ve noticed an increase in bird activity. I checked the migration at the Linn Lagoons last Wednesday. I was particularly excited to call up a Common Yellowthroat (a wetlands warbler) from the backside lagoon. This is pretty early for this species. It never sang while there, but that is how most folks will experience this species in the wild.

The newspaper of my youth is closing. I was born here in Washington County, but spent my elementary and early teenage years in Hutchinson, Minn., before returning as a junior in high school.

Gardening season is underway at the Thalmann homestead. After steady consumption of post-apocalyptic reading and other entertainment, I’m committed to ramping up our home food production.

JOE PHILLIPS Dear Me... Wham.

“I don’t want to end up looking like the Kardashians.” With that statement, my grandson, Keaton, wearing a mouth and lip full of stitches totaling somewhere between 10-15, expressed his thoughts about going to a plastic surgeon. Earlier in the week, he had suffered the injury during a gym class at school.