Sunday morning: Just another day in the life . . .

1. Sunday morning at Chez Villa Casa House usually includes Cheesy Eggs!

Your ingredient amounts may vary.

Whisk eggs and milk together.

Put butter in frypan and lightly brown onions and garlic over medium heat.

Grate/cut/crumble cheese. (Cheddar is great, but almost anything works. Three different cheeses makes it better.)

Add eggs and cheese to pan and cook until close to your idea of firm. Let sit for 30 seconds.

I highly recommend toast, especially sourdough toast.

You can add other items, such as ham, bacon, sausage, hot peppers, etc.

2. Just what we needed from the Kentucky Derby.

3. Every day that the Boston Globe still publishes is a good day.

4. I noticed this on the Youngstown Vindicator website while looking for my indoor football story (not there as yet).

You want to talk about setting a goal and achieving it?

Adam Wytko will try to reach his goal of running a marathon in all 50 states today in Pennsylvania at the Pittsburgh Marathon.

It took him 10 years.

5. There was much cooing and general happiness from the bedroom yesterday. alethea_eastrid's copy of "Dress at the Court of Henry VIII" came in. Thank goodness for discounts and gift cards. There was that, and the night before she was going through a technical theater catalog for the first time in like six years and was squeeing over that.

6. A year ago today was Alethea's first event as princess -- May Day. We will forever remain in debt to Carolingia and her citizens for that, Coronation and so many other things.

7. So last night. I set up in the press room., open up the "Fiery Niki Computer of Doom," and I see this:

My wife loves to mess with the desktop.

You can only hope . . .

When you are a writer and doing a profile on someone, you can only hope your subject is as quotable as Rollie Pier.

He sums up his boxing career this way: “I was a phenom that never phenomenated. I was a late bloomer that never bloomed. But I could get in the ring and fake it, and I looked pretty good. People would say, 'That guy knows how to fight.' But I was never great. I was a tomato can or a palooka.

”See, in the vernacular of boxing,” he explains, “you've got your champions, you've got your contenders and then, after that, you've got your good opponents, and then you've got opponents, and then you go down to ... palooka. A palooka's a little ahead of a tomato can. I'd say I was a palooka.”

Or you hope your subject has great stories like Rollie Pier.

It took Pier a while to get through college.

”I went to six colleges,” he says. “I traveled all over. It wasn't uncommon then for guys to go from college to college ... I ended up going for 10 years.”

He played football, basketball (even though he admits he was a terrible basketball player), baseball and he boxed. He got a degree in education.

And came home to New England and got a job in Ledyard, where - for 28 years - he taught fifth grade. And that's when he legally shortened his name.

”I did it for convenience purposes,” he says. “It was misspelled too much.”

Days he would spend in a classroom, teaching the three Rs; night's he'd spend in a gym in Hartford, honing his left hook.

Sometimes, though, his nights in the ring were all too obvious the day after.

”I'd come back to class with black eyes,” he says. “The kids, 'What happened?' The principal would go, 'Ah, jeez, this is not what we want in a teacher.'”

On the occasion of Pete Seeger's 90th birthday

Something you may not know.

There are three additional verses to "This Land Is Your Land" that are often left out.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?


There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
Sign was painted, it said private property;
But on the back side it didn't say nothing;
That side was made for you and me.


Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

That's what Pete Seeger is talkin' about!

Seeger and his grandson sing with Bruce Springsteen at President Obama's inaugural here.