While Putin’s pissoir torpedoed the Defense Bill and flitted off to Deface-a-Lake with his

plasticene dreamwife compliments of the KGB we contentedly settled for a moody Christmas

Eve day on the straits and Christmas Eve zoom meet with the familial after pizza and paella from Gaby accompanied by a gratifyingly inebriatory bottle of Cabernet well above

our paygrade  [familial screen shot courtesy of Brenda Moore, upper right, second from right].

The Day itself brought the same merrily sombre weather with an afternoon

visit from Bryan, who stayed for stuffed squash after a walk to the bottom of Second to witness

the ebb tide; all that was swell and

Saturday brought sun, a chill sun

down the alleys of Benicia.  Our Little Town.

The year’s winding down, folks…not that year’s end will make much difference.

Three days to go

oh [uh-oh – the coppers!]

from here.

here…

Good luck!

Happy Hopeful 2021…

*A Christmas classic from Terry Allen; a person could, if so inclined, squeeze “Martinez” into the slot for “Panama” and have a lot of fun with it.