Count the deer: a longtime family staple. This great late winter-early spring activity for our family dates back to 1954 when my mother and step-father Harold were married in March. On their honeymoon, they took along a camera and some binoculars (left somewhere in a motel room) and snapped hundreds of shots of deer blending in to the yucky, mucky hillsides or within the brush.

Our assignment during all future slide shows was to pick out the deer in the picture. Easier said than done.

We also took on the activity of Sunday drives past yucky, mucky hillsides, counting the deer.

Yesterday's little jaunt was no different for Bill and me.

"THERE'S A DEER . . . no, two, no three, oh . . . six, and so on."

So, I guess we can celebrate 55 years of this lifetime sport.

Now, where ARE the deer, in the picture, and where's the hillside?