On Monday morning in Marblehead, after the shocking outcome of the Super Bowl, our dance instructor, Joyce, was encouraging more effort from the people in our class. "Come on, ladies. You have to work hard to work off those weekend munchies." After a few giggles and a few groans, Joyce added incredulously: "Can you believe it? All those calories . . . and they lost!"
P. Colantuno
Marblehead
Bad Omen?
Two nights before the Super Bowl, I was watching TV in our family room. All of a sudden, our beagle, Brady, started having a seizure. I yelled for my husband and told him to come quick because something was wrong with Brady. He ran into the room and stared at the television, thinking there was bad news about Tom Brady. He didn't even notice the dog, still in the middle of his seizure on the floor in front of me. Finally, when I asked him why he wasn't helping, he realized it was our dog who needed his attention and not our famous Patriot. The dog is fine now. Tom, however, could have used a little more help.
Valerie Morton
Westford
