I’m not necessarily a fan of Hair, the American tribal-love-rock musical that debuted in October of 1967, ironically at the end of the Summer of Love.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Oh. Forgive me. I just realized my enthusiastic salutation might be a bit too acute for those of you who may have excessively celebrated the demise of a year that was already not unlike a bad hangover. So for that I apologize . . .
I don’t know who puts up the Christmas lights at your house, but in my family, as soon as I was able, it was always me, pretty much by default.
I grew up in sunny California, but my family always celebrated Thanksgiving as though we were living in the snow-covered peaks of Vermont.