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A chilly, rainy December 25th in Pittsburgh. It fits. The Steelers lost again. Since my father died and Mom sold the old homestead and now travels around visiting all of her adult children who live all over the country, Christmas is not the same. She's in Texas now. I guess that's what happens when you don't have children of your own and you're not in a relationship (I'm straight) and you get close to being old enough for social security. I've never made friends easily. Most of the people I know are bar room aquaintances; we don't visit one another's homes. So here I sit, alone, on a dark and rainy late Christmas afternoon, working at the computer, waiting for the double header of football to start on TV. There's no beer in the apartment. I'm sure I could go out and find a bar that's open and bring back some beer or even stay and watch the games on cable at the bar; but who wants to sit in a bar on Christmas with a bunch of strangers. The majority of the strangers will be other, lonely middle age men just like me. And if the person behind the bar is young and female we'll all spend as much time watching her as we spend watching the game, especially if she's wearing anthing that might be considered revealing. Some of us will compete with each other, trying to get her attention with how witty we are. The dumber ones among us will leave her big tips. Or maybe the tips will be more like tributes to our own lost youth.

No, I'll stay in. I can get beer tomorrow. Three of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders have just finished singing the National Anthem on the radio. I don't have cable but I'm pretty sure both games will be on regular TV. I hope so. I haven't eaten all day. So, I'll put on the game and fix myself some homefries with onions and green peppers with a piece of turkey. There's a soda pop machine in the lobby downstairs.

One good thing that I'm excited about is my new home page. If you've ever been curious about what the father of Compressionism looks like: here's your chance to find out. Either click on my new home page or type in www.authorsden.com/guyhogan.

You can even buy the book from the new site. Now there's a happy thought for me on Christmas day. Merry Christmas to all of you and I mean that sincerely.

Guy.


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