Students should lose “lazy” when contemplating the “hazy, crazy days of summer.”
As least that’s the opinion of two local physicians.

’Tis the season of graduations. Tearful students share goodbyes sprinkled with the dew of new beginnings. Mortarboards and Mylar balloons sail at crowded commencements.

 Darien residents won’t need to hear bugler Ashley Porter playing taps at the Peace Monument to know it’s Memorial Day. That’s because every day is Memorial Day in Darien.

My favorite flowers are roses. Dresses delight me. But before any presents are unwrapped, I’ve already received the best Mother’s Day gift in the healing of my daughter Heather. Sharing my joy is Connie Mally, who celebrates her daughter Teresa’s recovery this Mother’s Day.

Last Saturday, we embarked on a road trip to Morris. Our destination was R-Place, a restaurant featuring bountiful burgers and dancing marionettes, located at the junction of I-55 and I-80.

Like any good mother, Sharon Coleman knows that a scrumptious cake paves the expressway to a child’s heart.

“In the past two weeks, I have been listening to several women who are out of work tell me they can’t find employment, or it is very difficult,” Joanne Cotten said. “These women are equipped with wonderful resumes. However, they’re the 50-year-old gang. What are 50-year-old women supposed to do?”

Before Bangalore, she was a blonde from Darien, who dined on chicken and loved to dance. After Bangalore, Kristen Chmielewski returned to Darien as a brunette vegetarian longing to dance.

I love my uncle. That’s why my stomach turned a cartwheel when he pulled into our driveway for Easter dinner.

The ground hog is history. Spring has sprung. ‘Tis the season for crocuses and cleaning.

Clearly, it’s time to fling open our closet doors and purge hangers of passé fashions from summers past. If April showers bring May flowers, then closet cleaning hails the fashion forecast for spring.

It’s all in the hands. Just ask Dr. Kurt Heinking.

As an osteopathic physician, Heinking uses his hands to diagnose illness and injury and to encourage a body’s natural tendency toward good health.

At a party last Saturday, I overheard guests discussing the cab driver who was mentioned in my Feb. 23 column.

“It doesn’t matter who started it. It doesn’t matter who did what to whom. It’s what YOU did that matters.”

When I was a child, my parents recited this litany every time my brother, Freddy, and I earned dual spankings for fighting.

In the eyes of the world, he was an ordinary guy. He had a wife, three small kids and a job at a local store.

But to Staples Inc., the world’s largest office products company, Gregg Cristofaro was extraordinary. His exemplary existence brought corporate officials to town Feb. 5, when the Willowbrook Staples store was dedicated to the memory of Cristofaro, a former store associate and member of the Willowbrook community.

There was no dance floor. The Patriots were playing. But that didn’t stop 80 guests from swinging, swaying, clapping and foot tapping as sounds from Suenos Latin-Jazz Quartet wafted through Indian Prairie Public Library.