As Valentine's Day time arrives, winter returns to Muskegon Michigan.

The holidays are bigger than the both of us, dear reader. Valentine's Day has some connection to the pagan holiday, the Lupercalia. If you are a fan of Shakespeare, recall that Julius Caeser begins on the streets of Rome just as the Lupercalia race is to be run. A woman, I think Caeser's wife, is enjoined to stand in the first rank of spectators, where runners can bump into women who desire to conceive a child stand. It's not the bump that makes the magic bump happen by itself, a fact I know well. And some women, according to legend, are singled out for that front row, the same way catching a bouquet at a wedding singles a woman out. Last night, at a Valentine's Day dance at Cygnus 27, the machinery of romance and people pairing was rotating slowly and inevitably. More later, I found myself paired up on the dance floor with a fun, single woman about four years younger than I. It was one of those dance as a group things, and I could sense all her female entourage staring at us. Outcome? Bump. We had a great conversation in the lobby of the Amway Grand, and, surprise, she laid a lovely kiss on me and zipped off in an gleaming black Mercedes pulled up by a dashing valet. This Cinderella didn't leave a shoe or a phone number. This so called prince might have to resort to Facebook.