Sometime around "the day or eve" I take a moment to sit quietly with a favorite libation and a pipe of fine tobacco in my old clay churchwarden (very Elizabethan don'tchaknow), usually something rich and festive like Country Squire's Figgy Pudding (yum!). And I contemplate my good fortune: good friends, a wonderful family, reasonable health, and as my late brother used to say: "enough to eat, a roof over one's head, and a little recreation". This group here is a large part of that, and so I say to each and every one: Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, thank you for your fellowship, and good wishes to all as we sally forth into 2025!
