Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas Eve


I’ve lived through cold Decembers, and I’ve lived through warm Decembers.  The warm ones are better.

Just don’t watch the local news unless you want to get irritated.  Producers love to show people golfing; playing touch football; hitting a 16-inch softball; and jogging or biking along the lakefront.  Never mind the mud (and the rain came down in torrents yesterday) or the chill wind off the lake.  And, most of all, don’t mention a downer like global warming.  It’s like spring out there, [insert name of co-anchor here]!

No, it isn’t, not with sunset before 4:30 in the afternoon, but it is nice to be able to walk and drive without fear of ice.  And a little sun allows me to dream of spring, warm enough so I can do real biking and not chance pneumonia or turn on a baseball game when I get back.  Who knows, by then maybe Hawk Harrelson will retire from the broadcast booth.

Now, that would be a great Christmas present to humanity.  

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