The Eve of Christmas

 It's a happy time for us, visiting two out of the thirteen original colonies for some generational mixing and mingling. 

As happy as I am right now, there are others who are probably even more cheerful this holiday season.  Most notably, New Yorker Kevin Depaolo and the Moore Family of Tennessee.  Kevin, crushed by a 10,000 pound boulder, was rescued after ten hours and survived with all his limbs intact.   Four month old baby Moore was sucked up by a tornado earlier this month and found just fine in a fallen tree when the storm passed. 

Glad tidings indeed.  Can't stop thinking about these stories. Both occurred in this final month of the year. 

The Holidays

Thomas Dambo is an artist who makes trolls out of recycled materials.  My goal in the time I have left on this earth is to visit every damn Dambo troll this side of the Merrimack.  

Or I might have another goal.  I haven't decided yet. 

We're visiting my dad at 90Cab.  My dad's doing a lot of sleeping.  I've put Saving Private Ryan on the TV to lure him into a conversation.  He's obsessed with WWII movies.  He wakes now and again, and makes a relevant remark.  My brother reports he stays up all night and sleeps all day. Doesn't make a lick of sense.

Gear Up.  Fall in. Tom Hanks says that every man he kills... the farther away from home he feels.  

I get it.