• Christmas day.

    This is it, the grand-daddy of them all. Christmas is the one that all other holidays look up to with envy. The smell of baking bread fills the air. Wrapping paper and Christmas lights color the living room. The metalic clang of oven racks colliding and the sound of Cheryl groaning in frustration spreads good cheer to all that can hear.

    These are the memories that will sustain me through the rest of the year.

  • ’tis the season.

    The highs are in the 70’s, the lows are in the 50’s – it must be Christmas in Florida! I’m dreaming of an evergreen Christmas. In Florida, fall is when you trip on the stairs. Winter is the name of a meteorologist on the local news. Cold is what you get as a result of a viral infection.

    And yet, it’s my favorite time of year. The only problem is that there are only two and a half days left, then the decorations come down and the party is over. Christmas isn’t even here yet and I’m already worried about it’s passing.

  • Who says people are starving in China?

    I sincerely apologize for bringing you this news so late. The freedom loving people of the world have united in damn near overwhelming anticipation; so without further ado, here’s the news. On Friday evening at approximately 6:21 p.m. EST there was a McDonald’s cheeseburger in my hand as I gingerly eased the coupe past 600 miles. What does a McDonald’s cheeseburger have to do with this blessed event? What else can you eat while driving a car with a manual transmission?

    Now chew on this… it was a few too many burgers that caused me to put so few miles on my car. Burger + sedentary lifestyle = a lecture from your primary care physician and a lot more use out of my bicycle.

    This is just the kind of hidden message that could mean something really important. Let me know if you figure it out because I have no idea what it may be.