Twins beat me this morning!
Here's what I had written.
For my generation, and in this case I'm using the term as its definition of around 25 - 30 years, the children of this city were marched off to school each morning by Ken The General Grant, a local morning radio announcer.
For my baby-boomer generation, school started around 9 and basically all city children walked to school. So around 8:25, he'd say Happy Birthday to a child (whose parents had written in) and then march us off with:
Forward Ho!followed by marching music.
It is a delightful memory that thousands of us share and it comes up in discussion on our local reddit and in person. He made a mark on this city!
This morning I have to put two productive days in a row. So Marching popped into my head as an M word for today's title. And then remembering General Grant.
Already, the bed is stripped and I just heard the washer stop. I've been through two light therapy cycles (it is really dreary here today) and my tea and chocolate, so it is time to push away from the computer and march on to finish up the housework (and get dressed) in the next 3 hours so I'm ready to head off with dh this afternoon.
(You can hear a bit about the marching off here, start at time stamp 7:54
https://mix97.com/2020/05/22/ken-the-general-grant/ )
Off I March!