Christmas, Baby

Where's my merlot? Oh... found it...

Andy Williams on the hi-fi. Lost again as I am, annually,
floundering in reminiscences of Christmases past. Oh, I've
got horror stories. Well only one, really. I watched the truly
horrifying "Precious" last week and felt instantly better about
my humbly dysfunctional family. See, always something to be
grateful for.

What's all this got to do with being a middle-aged gay man with
no discernible life direction? Everything, I think. Maybe if things
had been much, much worse I would have had to struggle more to
"get out." Then I could have opened a halfway house for young gays
whose parents had kicked them out... I could still do that if people still
kicked their kids out for being gay.

Do they? In St. Joseph, MO? I'll look into it.

Happy Holidays.