I certainly didn't mean to ignore my blog for so long....but I just got involved with stuff and....well....you know. Of course I will apologize. And I am also sorry I didn't complete my next chapters of My Story as promised. Well...I'll try to do better after Christmas.

I LOVE THIS HOLIDAY

I haven't accomplished anything...ANYTHING...this Christmas. My gift giving will be uninspired. All the dear friends I have ignored will remain so. All I can do is have a La Cage moment and sing loudly..."Life's not worth a damn...Til you can say, 'Hey World! I am what I am."

So...do something wonderful for Christmas. Tell someone you love them. Eat a lot...and remember why we are celebrating.

Late on Christmas Eve I'll get a special feeling. Like a mantle of new-fallen snow, a feeling of contented anticipation as I sit in the dim light of the twinkling Christmas tree. Outside....

"The market place is empty
No more traffic in the street.
All the builders' tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat;
Busy housewives cease their labors,
In courtrooms no debate.
Work on earth is all suspended,
As the King comes thru the gate.

Oh, the King is coming,
The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpets sounding,
And now I see His face.

Oh!The King is coming.
The King is coming.
Praise God! He's coming for me!"

....the goose is getting fat.....

I went to see Australia this afternoon. I enjoy these type of movies. It was basically a cattle drive and could have been John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara. One thing I wonder about a lot of Aussie movies....does there always have to be an Aborigine reference and/or story-line? I guess their history with those people is pretty miserable ... and recent.

Someone asked me recently to recommend some restaurants in Duluth...hmmm. That's a hard one. (That's what she said.) I mentioned the Pickwick. In a sort of old-fashioned way,I love lunch at the Pickwick. BTW...the Pickwick onion rings are some of the best in the world. When I was a kid, my parents used to take me for Chinese food in West Duluth at the Cody Hotel. It was the epitome of non-authentic, American-style, Chinese food. (Lots of sprouts) For some reason, they served toast with the Chop Suey. Just regular buttered white-bread toast. For years, I loved having toast with my egg foo young, or moo goo guy pan. The Chopstick Inn on 4th street is one of those great non-authentic Chinese food places. Cheap and tasty...and next time I'm going to ask if they can make me toast.

Across the bridge in Superior, Wisconsin are some great bar/hamburger joints. I like a burger to be juicy and greasy and slopping and full of fried onions and stuff. Mostly, I like to eat and talk. Fuck the food.