One year ago today: December 25, 2024, year 25.
Five years ago today: December 25, 2020, little Sam is depressed.
Nine years ago today: December 25, 2016, a rebel in the swamp.
Random years ago today: December 25, 2002, because the schools changed.
Merry Xmas to all. If you are reading this, I am on my way to Miami. I took the old direct route via Lake Placid and Moore Haven, arriving in the late afternoon. Nothing to report, I’m still listening to the worst audiobook yet. Out of morbid curiosity I must listen over how bad it can get. Here’s a typical passage: “I stumbled past the pornographically rumpled sheets in the room where I had studied Shakespeare to the point of nausea and opened the shutters to see the pigeons displaced by the upraising arms of a man faking surrender to a woman from the historical society who was wearing stout shoes and wondered if my son, the blues musician, had this morning shampooed both his mustaches.”
Typical “modern” coffee shop.
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Got into Miami before dark and scored the second vacant guest parking spot near the condo door. This is not your typical Miami experience. JZ was just getting back from Xmas dinner. I plunked down and fell asleep for five hours. My appointment is in twelve hours. So much so for Xmas 2025.
To liven this page up, I thought to find one of those generic articles of what men do not like in women. I meant things like lack of inventiveness or no savings. Instead the first dozen(+/-) all listed traits associated with juvenile immaturity. I wanted to compare, so I may keep looking. It doesn’t take long to notice dishonesty and “I’m-only-joking” insults figure in most lists.
