My Seoul Mate Kim sent me this quiet wish for peace. (The numbers are the digits to her Swiss Bank Account). Thank you, Kim
The Aphorist from Carbondale (possible folk hit) has struck again with four 4 (count'em) One, Two, Three, Four....brand new won't-fit-in-any-old-fortune-cookie bits o' wisdom. (Do you see how the language of the marketplace has totally destroyed my ability to communicate except in the guise of a carnival barker? This is the numbskulling influence of television at work. We'll return now to our regular show.) I love how he adds that "always" in number four. Even Sir Richard is experiencing the softening of the arteries that comes with the mushy season. I salute you, Richard for your dedicated introspection and willingness to share what comes of it. Thank you.
Maria is going through her minimalist phase but nonetheless still expressive. I fear fulfilling her Xmas Card list is going to do her in this year. Maria, stay that pen for a fortnight & more in order that your spirit might be restored. Quoth the Meathead, Nevermore! Thank you, Maria.
Finally, a bit of mush from our friend in St. Clown.
The Man From St. Clown has found the perfect expression for this year's sinkin' soufflé of a season. He's pretty good at that. (I think I see a nod to Richard Hamilton in there somewhere.) But even RCBz gets sentimental at this time of year. To wit: this touching poem that sums up a lot of my true feelings about the holiday. Thank you, doubly, RCBz.
And here's a sneak preview of the SNIDELY UNEXPURGATED version of our Xmas Card this year. Best wishes and courage (as old Dan Rather used to say). We'll need it to get past this nasty bit o' history.