
Garrison Keillor & Friends: From the South Atlantic, blessings
We took a cruise ship out of New York to the Caribbean over the holidays, which was a good education.
We took a cruise ship out of New York to the Caribbean over the holidays, which was a good education.
Life is made up of millions of big and small moments.
Old Man Christmas (moi) has been out shopping and found a shop that sells hiking shoes so, being married to a hiker, I went in and saw beautiful alligator boots, also a pair of sharkskin, and wouldn’t this be perfect for my beloved venturing into ungenteel neighborhoods, boots made from man-eating creatures, better than pepper spray or a Smith & Wesson, but the pricetag was staggering –– I’m the son of a postal clerk –– so I moved on.
I love Christmas, coming as I do from fundamentalists, a bunch who don’t score high on the Festivity Scale.
On of my Grandma Pat’s favorite holidays was Christmas.
As the pages of 2024 lay blank before us with uncharted adventures and experiences, there are a few things I wish for all of us in the upcoming year.
Two days ago, a profound experience.
“Well, if it isn’t the Fleming girls,” Santa’s deep voice boomed to my sister and I.
You may have noticed on the front page of the newspaper this week there’s a notice regarding the January 4th edition.