You are right (again), Susan Quinby.

Sometimes (most of the time!) I struggle when writing this column (please don’t consider it as an editorial). I usually end up writing it a few hours before the newspaper is put to bed (journalistic lingo). Finding something to write about that I think will interest people is tough some weeks. I apologize for some of my columns — I know that some of them haven’t been as interesting or as entertaining as others.

When I wrote last week’s column (again, Tuesday night), I resorted to jargon, lingo, “street talk” when describing what I and my childhood buddies were doing to pass the time back in 1969. I wrote like I sometimes talk — I wrote “Me and my buddies ...” Yes, that is incorrect and my good friend, Susan Quinby, called me on it. She is right; my English teacher, Mrs. Arlene Pizzi, was probably rolling around in her grave. Thanks, Susan. I will try to do better.

Another friend, Michelle Bouchard, also came to my rescue this week. In a juggling of cameras and SD cards within the office — and a lapse of memory on my part — I ended up at the field hockey game without a card for the camera I usually use (I had taken the card out to download photos but forgot to put it back in the camera). Normally, I would have run back to the office to get one, but I also was there to time the game for the school (something I have done for several years). Then, when I looked in the camera bag for the back-up card, it was missing as well. Michelle, a parent of a field hockey player and someone who has helped me in the past by reporting Lady Seahawks’ road scores, came off the sidelines to do the scorebook for the team. Luckily, she had brought her camera to the game. After she learned of my predicament, she said I could take some photos with her camera, and that she would send me some of the photos to accompany the article on the game. Thanks, Michelle.

Sometimes you need friends to help you get your life in order.