Trust issues.

When you live in Western New York -- a mere seven hours from the nearest ocean -- it's not uncommon to become slightly weary of local seafood. However, I've adjusted, and I know the ins and outs: 9 times out of 10, the salmon from Wegmans is delicious; sea scallops seem to be tasty just about everywhere; escolar from Shango is delectable, and the mahi mahi from Rue Franklin is too overpriced to be palatable. Until recently, we hadn't found good mussels, which was a shame since shellfish are so slurpy and good, but after a dinner at JoJo Bistro & Wine Bar in Williamsville, I'm convinced that there's hope. The mussels were steamed with a hazelnut pesto, and were really, really good.

With respect to other walks of life that have zero trust issues, I present the numerous families of Canadian geese living on Walton Pond, which we encountered on a recent excursion. For one, the goslings were so stinking cute that I could hardly contain myself. They're so fuzzy and curious, and the way they just run all over the place, stretching their gossamer wings and blinking like mad -- goodness! It was like kindergarten and fingerpainting and puffy stickers and social workers, all rolled into one. Anyway, I was captivated by the fearlessness of both the parents and the offspring. It was a refreshing experience.