Traditions

A strange one.  Chapters, NFL, eggnog/nutmeg, Joxer and Shane's classic, Warner Wolf, old couch, and pain in waiting for the last guest to leave, but no church, no chaz reeves, no lobster sandwiches, and no real memorable moments.  Talk of investment and retirement, of cryptocurrency and crashes, and stockings past.

What to record for posterity here?  Vagabond dreams, the present you bought yourself, its reference to chthonic darkness.  The whale watching out of St Andrews discussion.  Can you really be that crazy?  Can you afford not to be?

New creation/innovation requires the new, feeds on it, demands it.  All else that protects must be shed.  There have been other paths, other false starts.  Fail again.  Fail better.

Merry Christmas.  Past, Present, Future.