Happy New Year!
I'm fading quickly as the new year starts slipping into the present. It is almost (gosh!) 9 PM. Here you can see us at our most wild and crazy- about to crack open the sparkling grape juice to toast in 2026 while supping on D'giorno Four Cheese Pizza. That was 7 PM and as confirmation that I am living where I belong, that meal was interrupted by booms from outside... fireworks over Versailles. It has been a fine year- but I think we can do better. Who's with me? From Buckeye by Patrick Ryan: "Rockwell's ability to paint a thing that resembled itself was impressive but his work was too exact for Margaret's taste. He was always capturing perfect moments and then putting them under a microscope to find cute parts." I am not disappointed to be tossing my 2025 calendar. I am not a fan of Norman Rockwell's art. I think I dated a man who was, once. (Obviously, that didn't last.) I find this image to be really disturbing. Look at that ...