Easter egg hunts in the Northeast often include a few snow drifts.
Our brother, Mike, resides in Rye Beach N.H., loves Easter egg hunts and is a whacky guy.
As a kid, he would hoard his Halloween candy inside a heat duct, never learning that the coal furnace melted his stash as soon as he stored it.
He loved to color eggs. Although most people color hard-boiled eggs, he agitated his brothers by coloring raw eggs. When challenged, he would blame his older brother Denis, brothers Kevin and Pat, and Uncle Emery. To this day I’m still hesitant of cracking colored Easter eggs, unless I plan on having some bacon, ham and hash browns with them. Here’s hopes that the Easter Bunny hops in with a big basket for you. Enjoy your egg-coloring tonight.