Nature calls early for men of a particular age. I am no exception to that rule. And so in the pre-dawn hours of a Saturday morning, I rolled out of my nice warm bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Between
The year’s last gasp. It’s the only week of the year that is bookended by two major holidays. Beyond it is the great unknown of 2016. As Kurt Vonnegut Jr. said, “Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!”
It begins Christmas morning. You rip off the wrapping paper and instantly think, “What the hell is this? Why would anyone think I wanted a motorized coat hanger machine?” “Do you like it, Honey?” your wife asks. You smile stiffly.
Christmas just wouldn’t be the same without Elvis and Charlie Brown. And I don’t mean the ancient TV specials. The dynamic duo of Elvis and Charlie are a fixture in our neighborhood. I’ve seen my share of gaudy and outrageous