So, this BLOG, once loosely dedicated to detailing my random encounters with the general population, has run a bit dry. I could blame a lot of things, but most of it has to do with me, my routine and my attitude.
All noise aside, many of you know I’ve always been a sucker for the holidays. Specifically, the Las Vegas approach to Christmas. Silver trees. Sparkling lights. Strong drinks and candlelight. It’s also that special time of year when I get to unveil my beloved collection of holiday records. Tis’ not the season until Gene Autry, Perry Como and Elvis have spent some time on the turntable.
But living 600 miles away from our families and the harsh reality of being perpetually broke has taken a toll. Over the last couple of years, I’ve become painfully aware that the innocent joy I once knew isn’t what it used to be. Like most adults, I find myself getting distracted by things like paying the property taxes or the endless barrage of bad news that comes flooding in every day. So, in an effort to jump start my annual wave of affection for candy canes outdated images of Santa and tacky displays of electrical waste, I’m going to post a Christmas memory each day until the 25th.
Stop by. Read my stories. Share your own. The important thing is that you help me help myself find the spirit that seems to be missing. And somewhere between the Happy Holidays and the Happy New Year, I hope you find some time on your agenda to simply be happy. I know I’m going to give it a shot. And speaking of shots, feel free to knock on the door if you’re in the neighborhood. We’ll bask in the glow of the aluminum Christmas tree, have a drink and talk about gross domestic product or something a little more exciting—if we’re lucky.