January 28, 2022: One of the many wonderful children in my life has taken to calling me "JB," an homage to Jessica/J.B. Fletcher which is incredible implicit flattery for me. I managed to have a magical Thanksgiving that included a few episodes of "Murder, She Wrote," which is even better than I remember from watching it religiously as a kid. I proceeded to spend a bunch of my December holiday in London singing songs from "Sweeney Todd," all sufficient evidence that it was time to tell Dame Angela Lansbury that I completely adore her. Betty White's death gave me a natural sense of urgency around writing to folks who are older. This dame is 96! I did what I could to make my handwriting atypically large. (Photo's a still from "Murder")