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The Yule season which we are currently stumbling into like a blindfolded clown walking the plank. This here is supposed to be a time you get together with pals family, and semi-enemies to eat laugh, and complain.

I remember back in the 1950’s, and 60′s we always had family over or we were going to them. We were very close. Actually we was all close then whether we liked it or not. Tho’ a dear close pal wasn’t. He had no family, and his story is very different,…bless you old friend. As for them of us trapped or blessed in the amber of family. The Yule/Solstice holds memories. Family descended on each other. They banged along President Eisenhower’s new interstates in their cool 50’s Buicks Fords Pontiacs Hudson’s, and Ramblers. They’d go house to house, and lay siege to each other.

I remember when they came to our place. They’d be parked all over the block. Every room top to bottom full of Aunts Uncles cousins friends of the family, and friends of friends of friends. Full bleeping house. This repeated all over town, and out into the country. Hitting relatives who thought they’d escape by moving out of town. …no such luck.

The Uncles would be in a corner talking Army,…WW2/Korea just ended. That, and the routes they took driving here. They loved them new freeways Eisenhower just built. He managed to get serious infrastructure done by saying it was for defense. Congress will pay any amount to kill people. Feeding or educating folks,…not so much.

Back at the house my Aunts were with my Ma in the kitchen talking about how the Uncles drove them crazy, and the weird shit all the kids was up to. Brownie our dog was curled under the kitchen table listening. Which is how all the kids find out what their folks was saying. Dogs listen, and give us the low down,…good dog!

As for us kids that army of sisters brothers cousins, and assorted relations among around, and between these ranks. We was raising hell, and basically tearing the house apart. That, and dreaming of all the swell stuff in the Sears-Roebuck annual X-Mass catalogues. I always thought it was “Sears-Robots”. I really thought they had robots. Like the kind we saw on TV’s “Captain Video”.

I had a similar theological misapprehension. Being Kat-lick they dosed us in piles of nutty prayers. One was, “…to honor, and serve Him in this world”. Him being the Big Guy. I really thought it was “…to honor, and serve Him, and his Squirrel”. Given the Bizzaro cosmologies they was laying on us this made perfect sense. I think I go to purgatory for that.

Anyway Halloween done Black Friday, and Thanksgiving is close on da radar. Then da big stuff. You know what’s eve, and then you know what! A week off to digest that mayhem then the final stroke of midnight blow out. So ya might as well eat everything in sight drink heavily, and email loved ones. If both sides are vaccinated plus boosters,...such times, go visit. It’ll be fun to complain in person again. Be well be safe, and send me Christmas cookies,...these cheer me up.