What's your favorite holiday, tipple? Wassail, red wine or white, Eggnog with a kick of brandy?
I thought I'd worked through all the issues. But the leftover residue from my days as a folksinger had other ideas.
Clancy, the Gray Menace, started early.
No frenzy, no Black Friday.
My wife works nights, and it would be brutal to expect her to prep a feast right afterward. So I cook.
There was no such thing as a typical holiday at the Folkie Palace.
The glow from a candle in the window was the only thing marking the cabin as occupied
Regular liquidation firms had run from the job once they became lost in the maze of buildings, basements, and attics.
Don’t let it be said that the Menace was without compassion for fellow cats.
My last stint doing bottom paint, wooding old varnish, was almost exactly twenty years prior.