Welcome to the last month of 2013. It doesn't seem that long ago we were standing on the cusp of 2013 and speculating as to what it held and here we are, at the intersection of Thank God and Greyhound You're Gone, already pinning hopes and dreams beyond measure on the year that hasn't yet arrived.
When the new month begins on a weekend, it feels like you're cheating a little bit but only just a little. We've had crisp and clear weather since Thanksgiving which meant yesterday afternoon we had a chance to celebrate one another and the season as part of our annual Winter Fest.
Remember the more fun it looks like the more hard work all kinds of volunteers behind the scenes had to get done. And, yes, we did have fun and I'd hope your holidays got off to as grand a start as ours did.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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Happy holidays
and the same to you and yours!
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