Thanksgiving is a pretty ugly time of year. Lots of turkey carnage. And the whole guilt over what was done to the Indians. It’s a slaughtering holiday. The weather is hideous–all brown and cold, with no excuses to get some fresh air and go for a walk. There’s some kind of ludicrous law that most people have to watch football or they’ll die. And I’m supposed to get up early the next day and go shopping? Plus there’s the annual scene of my dad hacking away at a turkey carcass in the… Read More
Welcome, friends who enjoy television, books, history, and politics with a swirl of bitchiness, a splash of gin, several glasses of wine, and good light to read by. Add a few cats into the fray, and you have a haunted coconut (my original recipe). May ye be blessed with a sense of humor and an endless bottle of wine.