2013 – Day 2

(In the words of Peter Frampton, “Whose wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?”)

The day after New Years. For all practical purposes the holiday season has now come to a close. (Yeah, yeah, I know, Feast of the Epiphany. January 6th. We’re talking the observance of Commercial Christmas, not that other one.) So, with the 2012 season behind us, a few reflections:

Yes, it’s official. Thanks to the combination of terrestrial and satellite radio stations that saturated the airwaves with Christmas Carols between Thanksgiving and New Years, it has now been proven unequvically that you can have too much of a good thing. Way too much.

Speaking of Christmas music, leave it to Amazon to dig way back to 1960 and unearth that wonderful jewel of a song: Dominick the Donkey. The lesson here is to hang onto your intellectual property – regardless of its intellectual quotient.

Yet, the Holiday Season was a period of inspiration. At a time when cynicism runs high, we should be uplifted by the work ethic of Harry Reid, John Boehner, Mitch McConnell, and so many other members of Congress who took breaks from their vacations to exercise personal Profiles in Courage that attempt to save us from fiscal calamity, if for only a month or two. And this government, the best of all other alternatives. Yikes.

Things aren’t so bad though. Industry analysts report that the South Florida real estate market is recovering from its bottom. At the same time, the hottest gifts of Christmas 2012 were smartphones, tablets, and e-readers. Sounds like the perfect time to become a Write On The Water author.

And as for the mention of authors, this past year was especially celebratory for a writer named Charles Dickens who was born 200 years ago. Imagine the sales figures if Amazon had been around when Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, and Scrooge first appeared. That old sentimental scribe might have even outsold J.K. Rowling.

But as we enter 2013 I hope you join me in the looking forward – even more so in the spirit of living in the moment. While I am increasingly prone to the pull of southern weather and the lure of a dip in warm winter water, today I’ll depart from the daily mayhem and draw my joy from a short trek in nearby woods. Who knows, with any luck I might be inspired to write a catchy Christmas Carol.

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