The Bully Pulpit

The gifts have been given, the toys unwrapped, the childish exclamations of joy or disappointment sounded in the room full of relatives that you barely ever see, with good reason. All in all, it was a good Christmas around my house — all three kids got things they wanted, and the wife wasn't too angry with her small, but tasteful, gift of jewelry.

Thinking of Christmas reminds that we still have the mess to clean up — eegads to commercialism and all its associated packaging. Where DID I put that bottle of Peppermint Schnapps?

And now we get to anticipate the next major holiday — my birthday! As of Jan. 7, I will be 31 — two years away from the Jesus year when I hopefully find God, or spirituality, or something. Either that, or I build some mound out of potatoes, ala Close Encounters, and call it good.