It's a wonderful life.....and then it isn't...and then maybe it is again
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Today’s column is free to all. Please feel free to share. And please feel free to become a subscriber. We do this 3 times a week! All for the low low price of a good pint. At this time of the year you're getting the tree up. Outside lights are tackled. Everything is Christmas-ed up, and for a little while at least your house feels less like a tomb and more like a cocoon.....a warm, festive place with comfy couches and chairs, maybe a fire going, next to some goofy-sized TV you're still paying on hanging on the wall....awaiting the commands from a multitude of streaming services that you signed up for during the year and never meant to keep. The other night I planned to go out but found "It's a Wonderful Life" playing on NBC and felt seasonally obligated to watch Jimmy Stewart refuse to give naked Mary her robe back, scream at his kids, get drunk as a monkey, drive into a tree, punch a cop, and then flee down the street as the cop tries to shoot him in the back, firing wildly into a crowd of people, surely a scene that hasn't aged well but whatever. The point is that I was, for an evening at least, content to sit in the dark illuminated only by the lights of the newly festooned tree and pretend that we're not doomed. With my dog. It was nice.
It's a wonderful life.....and then it isn't...and then maybe it is again
It's a wonderful life.....and then it…
It's a wonderful life.....and then it isn't...and then maybe it is again
Today’s column is free to all. Please feel free to share. And please feel free to become a subscriber. We do this 3 times a week! All for the low low price of a good pint. At this time of the year you're getting the tree up. Outside lights are tackled. Everything is Christmas-ed up, and for a little while at least your house feels less like a tomb and more like a cocoon.....a warm, festive place with comfy couches and chairs, maybe a fire going, next to some goofy-sized TV you're still paying on hanging on the wall....awaiting the commands from a multitude of streaming services that you signed up for during the year and never meant to keep. The other night I planned to go out but found "It's a Wonderful Life" playing on NBC and felt seasonally obligated to watch Jimmy Stewart refuse to give naked Mary her robe back, scream at his kids, get drunk as a monkey, drive into a tree, punch a cop, and then flee down the street as the cop tries to shoot him in the back, firing wildly into a crowd of people, surely a scene that hasn't aged well but whatever. The point is that I was, for an evening at least, content to sit in the dark illuminated only by the lights of the newly festooned tree and pretend that we're not doomed. With my dog. It was nice.