And another happy holiday collective is behind us. Sure, we still have to do New Year's. But that was never really one of those big family get-togethers. At least not for my gang. There were the years (circa 1979-1983) when I'd hang out with a friend or family member. Then came a disjoined collective of Eves between 1987 and 1999 when I hung with the ex. And finally, an even more hodgy-podgy period from 2004 to the present when I couldn't predict from year to year just where I would be ending up. Familial shattering and splintering grows with each passing year. The disease spreads and fewer of us assemble each holiday season. Some say, I've just damn well had enough. Let that next generation tow the freakin' line. I say, throw this on the growing pile of things I expected to do in life but never did.
And where do I think 2013 will take me? Likely no further than it could throw me or, more accurately, no further than I could throw myself. But hey there will be news of 6.0...
