Another year down, another to go. I still don’t feel a day over 65. But I can see a reason to get that pilots license (and I wondered why my Father wanted one, he was a prophet of things to come). No its not because I have miraculously overcome motion sickness, or hearing that $%^damn TOP GUN theme music. No, none of those. Its because traffic in this part of the country sucks. I drove down to Durham, NC on Tuesday night, late, and traffic was fine. I drove back Wednesday morning and it was nothing but accidents and slow traffic. The moron drivers are like anti Vampires, coming out during the daylight to plaque humanity with their crown victoria filled with 3 closets worth of cloths on a pole in the back seat.
I can safely say that if I ever buy a crown vic and install a clothes pole in the back, please come and do your best Chief Bromden on me.

But that sort of sums up my feelings around the holidays anyway. Christmas just isn’t there for me. Sam and Garrett remind me how happy the season can be but it seems to be kind of fleeting, like their attention spans.
But I think the year to come holds a lot of promise. Garrett being the big boy of 6 is now into more things and I think will get a big kick out of Rev War. Samantha will too. She is very keen on History, and I cant tell you how happy that makes me. So who knows.
This time of year reminds me to thank everyone who helped Stacey and I through thick and thin. As time moves on, I forget to mention to all my friends and family and inbetweens that, we could never have made it with out you all. You know who you are. And if you dont, just assume you are, I’m not proud. Well, yeah I am…of Stacey and Samantha and Garrett and all you.
Peace and figgy pudding grease
