Nothing says post-holiday closure like a lone, discarded ornament, like an improbable, platinum, round egg in the tangled, tan tall-grass.
Tag Archives: Christmas 2017
Salem, Virginia, December 2017 (2)
This is one festive town. It seems like there is a parade every five minutes. Last night it was the local high school boys; they’d won their fifth state championship for … something or other. Football, given the season?
They waved and shouted “Merry Christmas,” so I responded in kind to be polite. Then a particularly friendly Salem woman commented to me that I must be a very proud father, and that got me feeling all weird.
A couple of the kids shouted, “Support Net Neutrality!” That’s some nice work there, Salem.
I’m including a picture of me here to show off an early Christmas present from an amazingly talented poet friend — a monogrammed, handmade scarf. I only had errands yesterday in the town, but I threw on my dress overcoat and pretended to be Bruce Wayne.
Wacky Packages.
How’s this for “found art?”
I have friends who are incredibly sweet and generous, and yet who are also a little out there.
These adorned a Christmas package I received. What we’ve got here is apparently a hatchet-wielding owl in the first drawing. And he’s not an empty threat, either — note the owl skulls bottom left.
The second sketch depicts nothing less than a Christmas tree flasher. (Note the consternation of the other trees.)
Tradition, ladies and gentlemen.
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