December 22, 2017 – Michael Seidel, writer

Don’t you love it when peruse a webpage for information, and then see a link for “More Information,” and click on it, only to find the link opens a page with the same information, but in a different format, and nothing “more”?

Yeah. Grrr, not helpful.

We averted a small disaster today. While walking yesterday, I heard a train blowing its horn. I instantly twisted a long-lost song in my mind:

“There is nothing like a train,

Nothing in this world.

There is nothing you can name,

that is anything like a train.”

It was a sorry parody of “There Is Nothing Like A Dame” from the musical, “South Pacific.” I know the song and the rest of the soundtrack well, thanks to Mom. She had it on vinyl, thirty-three R.P.M., and often played it on the stereo while cleaning the house. Her house was — is — spotless, let me tell you. I heard that song frequently.

My parody remained in my headstream until late last night. I thought I’d need to post about it to relieve get me out of the loop. Then Rod Stewart singing “Maggie May” replaced it.

So, here we are. That’s Ronnie Wood on guitar. Take it, Rod.

Don’t have the energy to post a recap of our solstice celebration. That’s because I forgot my laptop’s power pack. (Accident? Self-sabotage? Discuss.)

Here’s a teaser – the bûche de Noël served for dessert. And yes, it was delicious. Yes, there was some leftover, but we’ve given it away to friends.

Except for one last piece….