At year’s end, an intriguing political irony has emerged. The Democrats won the national and local elections, but liberalism appears to have lost. Let’s start in the other Washington.
I asked a neighbor of mine what he did for Christmas last week. “We went out to eat at a fancy restaurant,” he said. “That Denny’s is a real nice place.”
At year’s end, an intriguing political irony has emerged. The Democrats won the national and local elections, but liberalism appears to have lost. Let’s start in the other Washington.
I asked a neighbor of mine what he did for Christmas last week. “We went out to eat at a fancy restaurant,” he said. “That Denny’s is a real nice place.”
T’was the day before Christmas
The older I get, the more time I spend remembering Christmas past. According to my two wonderful children, I must be very old because all I remember of Christmas past is what I ate.
Santa. Christmas Trees. Wreaths. Presents. Egg nog. A crackling fireplace.
The older I get, the more time I spend remembering Christmas past. According to my two wonderful children, I must be very old because all I remember of Christmas past is what I ate.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. While that line is from one of my all time favorite Christmas songs, I have to admit that in some ways it’s putting a real damper on my festive holiday mood. I’ve always said it would be swell if snow didn’t stick on the roads.
Santa. Christmas Trees. Wreaths. Presents. Egg nog. A crackling fireplace.
On a very late night recently in downtown Seattle, I saw a scene unfolding that looked like big trouble. Farther down the sidewalk from me, two shadowy figures stood on a street corner, shouting back and forth, nose to nose. As I came closer, the argument grew louder and more heated. I started to consider an alternate route, because while the dispute seemed to be worsening, there was no one else stirring, not even a cop.
The older I get, the more time I spend remembering Christmas past. According to my two wonderful children, I must be very old because all I remember of Christmas past is what I ate.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. While that line is from one of my all time favorite Christmas songs, I have to admit that in some ways it’s putting a real damper on my festive holiday mood. I’ve always said it would be swell if snow didn’t stick on the roads.
