A reader says, “As I read your post, an Eagles song ran through my head: ‘Try and Love Again.’ Thanks. Now I have to go listen to something else to try and get that song out of my head.”

About powdered milk, etc., there have been many letters, but I thought you’d like the below, in particular:

Dear Jay,
I know of a handful of people in Canada who not only do not shudder at powdered milk but actually prize it — and powdered eggs as well. They’re my Hungarian-born Baby Boomer cousins. From the end of World War II until all my relatives were able to flee Hungary in 1956, my father regularly sent their parents in Budapest care packages. Powdered milk and powdered eggs were always in the packages, and they were a real treat for the children. Even as recently as my last visit to them, I was proudly served both powdered milk and powdered eggs for breakfast. I consider myself very fortunate never to have had the opportunity to acquire such tastes.

Beautifully said.