My experience of the year just past as it unfolded, immortalized by three familiar faces: Contemplative…Wry…What the hell? Okay I’ll tell you — when you get to be my age and are presented with a Christmas cloche that comes to a perfect pixie peak — you just slap it on your head and go with it. Who knows what will happen this year? I have a feeling it is going to be pretty awesome. “Surely not as awesome as your […]

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