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
Christmas comes in many flavors. Priests rejoice because they’re preaching to a packed house…for the first time in six months. CEOs of retail store chains pray for customers, credit cards and a fourth quarter earnings report that beats analyst’s estimates.
When spring arrives, one of my home maintenance projects is to chop the five foot tall ornamental grass down to a stubble and haul way the blonde-colored stalks. Then the plant spends the next six months growing skyward. I suspect
Yes, you’re probably as surprised as I was to find Spotted Dick in a grocery store. It seems like a product better suited for an adult toy and novelty shop than sitting on a shelf in the canned meat aisle. Then
The term man cave is often attributed to the 1993 book Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus. And no, I never read Dr. John Gray’s trendy tome. The planetary reference makes the title catchy but really it’s just