Certainly not to my surprise, but once again the only thing I ever ask for at Christmas failed to appear under our tree (or anybody else’s): Peace On Earth.
On the positive side, this weekend I sampled 4 tequilas I’d never tasted. I conclude that until World Peace is as easy to achieve as Tequila Tipsiness, I’ll have to settle for what I can get which, when you think it over soberly, is pretty much the human condition anyway.
In other news, the NY Times Magazine runs an annual feature in December, “The Lives They Lived,” a bunch of short essays about notable persons who died during the year. The editors changed the format a bit this time and included essays like this one. It was written by a man who survived a natural catastrophe, one of several this year which made headlines. Despite the fellow’s heroic and compassionate efforts, the three disabled guys in his care perished. This is the best thing I read all weekend. God damn.