weekly update
your weekly dose of happiness

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” and boy, did it ever! Virginia Beach and all of Hampton Roads got walloped with a foot of snow yesterday. Then, to add insult to injury, we got another dusting of an inch or more that lasted two hours around 11 today. It is beautiful. Sure, it’s inconvenient for some people and terrible if you’re a postman, trash collector, or meter reader (do they still have those?). But look at it this way: the last significant snowfall was Feb. 17–19, 1989. What a coincidence—this storm was nearly 26 years to the day. We can take it.
It’s wonderful for the children. I clearly remember how exciting it was as a child, listening to the small radio in the kitchen, tuned to AM 1390, the hot WLAN, and praying our school would be listed as CLOSED! In our house, my brother, sister, and I were breathless, our hearts pounding with unbridled excitement. When Lancaster Christian Day School came over the airwaves, “CLOSED,” we would swallow our oatmeal in two gulps, jump into our snowsuits in a flash, and out the door we’d fly. There were snowmen to build, snowball battles to be won, and sledding down Henderson Hill at the end of the block. We were burning daylight.
In my first venture into the entrepreneurial spirit, I saw opportunity in every falling flake—white gold. At the ripe age of 7 or 8, this was going to make me rich. I put my sled away and got the snow shovel out. Down the street we went, the three of us, knocking on doors in search of a “yes, please shovel the walk and driveway (special discount if we did both), and bring the mail in too.” We’d get maybe three drives done before we wore out. No offense to my sister Sue, but she’d call it a day after a few shovels. Some folks just don’t have that “eye of the tiger” capitalist hunger. Say what you want, but in 1964, coming home with $3, a candy bar or two in our pockets, and a friendly neighbor’s hot chocolate warming our insides made us feel like the Rockefeller brothers. I was destined for greatness.
I spoke at Westminster Canterbury in VA Beach and the Chesapeake Rotary Club on “How to Be Happy EVERY DAY” in late January. Fun-fun-fun ‘til my daddy took my T-bird away (a little Beach Boys for you there). The wonderfully nice folks who hosted both events were amazing. My second mom, Inez Windley, lives at Westminster and turned 100 four days later. Her daughter, my dear friend Janet, hosted a beautiful party at her home, filled with family and friends.
Finally, my next class, “How to Be Happy EVERY DAY,” will be on March 25 at 6 PM at the Adult Learning Center in VA Beach. You can find more info at adultlearning.vbschools.com/programs (my course is on page 33). Come join us for fun, insight, and I promise, time flies when you’re there.

As always, peace on Earth, good will to men. Until then, Gus.


Boom, and it was over. It came so fast and was gone before we could clean up the wrapping paper. It was grand, spectacular, fun and a whirlwind of festivities. I flew to Indianapolis, and yes it rains and SNOWS there regardless of what you have heard. Spent time with my brother’s family; niece, nephews, their kids, and all their friends that I have come to know over the last 30 years. They are all grown up with kids of their own. I took my nephew, Nathan (I call him Skeeter, for the obvious reason, Nat/Skeeter), to Northern IN, to South Bend, and Rolling Prairie (pop. 160). My Dad owned a bar there 60 years ago called Godsey’s Tap. My brother, sister and I spent the summers there. Sure enough the bar is still there only under a different name. We stopped in for a short one and met the owner who had heard of my dad. He went to school with my cousin and we shared the usual small town chit-chat. Good stuff!
We then headed to Chicago for dinner at Gibson’s Steakhouse. The greatest chop house in America. 22 oz. porterhouse, lobster tail falling off the plate, 10 inch tall martinis and a grand piano in the bar playing Dino and Frank. How’s that for painting a picture of a perfect evening in the windy city? I could write pages on that evening alone which included Jack D’Amico, Chicago’s Favorite Sinatra style artist, joining us. As Frankie Valle sang, “Oh what a night.”
As I write this the nation is saying goodbye to President Carter. What a man of dignity, character, ethics and values. We can debate his time in the white house, but we can all agree he loved our country and fellow man. Rest in peace Mr. President with your loving wife Rosalyn.
In eleven days we have a new President. Man can this guy stir the bucket or what? We are going to buy Greenland, Annex Canada, change the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of America, bring the hostages home on day one, all while we are deporting 11 million illegals. That is a pretty aggressive agenda. I am very grateful the transition has been peaceful. Let’s pray this county can work together for the good of America. Come on congress, get it together. Term limits, no stock purchases while in office, and no pay raise.
That’s plenty for today. All the best for 2025. As always, peace on earth good will to men.
Til’ then,
Gus

Having fun at the Jeepfest with Santa and my granddaughter Mia


Hi All,
2024, moving right along. Easter came and went in a flash. I got in trouble, again, at my church, for hiding the Easter eggs too hard for the kids to find. I, personally, do not think it is too much to have the little cherubs do a little digging to get eggs filled with candy. Unfortunately, the elderly matriarchs confiscated my garden shovel at the chapel door and I was regulated to kitchen kiddy snack duties. How humiliating.
Here is a picture of some of the students I taught in May at the last class of “How To Be Happy EVERY DAY.” I am teaching the next class on Happiness at the Adult Learning Center in VA Beach 4/14/24. Please go to Alc.vbschools.com, go to course catalog, page 27, course #3126 and sign up. It is really a fun class, I promise. More details next week and info. on the Three Dog Night concert coming up 4/25/24, The Sandler Center, VA Beach. “Joy To The World.”

Don Mills with a fan Carol, 1993, Delaware
Hi All,
I am hosting a Mills Brothers Tribute show on WNIS News/Talk 790 AM on Friday 4/28/23 7:30 AM with host Tony Macrini.
John Mills II son of the late Don Mills will be calling in from LA at 8 AM.
The legendary Mills Brothers have a Grammy lifetime achievement award and over 2,200 recordings.
Their first #1 “Tiger Rag,” 1931, sold over 1 million.
Their career spanned 8 decades 1928-1999 including over 100 charted hits with 12 top ten in 1932 alone.
I hope you can tune in.