Here’s how you are now welcomed to the Bialczaks.

As we swept through the aisles of Wegmans for our Friday night replenishment yesterday, my dear wife Karen stopped short.

We already had the rice pilaf, bagged salad, chicken breasts, Shake N Bake …

This was an unfamiliar department. Seasonal or households or some such.

Karen was looking at a doormat. And laughing. She threw it in our cart. A present for me, said my darling.

Well, yeah. I did golf three times this week.

But I know I told her that I said no to Kingpin’s invitation for yet another round on Friday!