"I've always been famous, it's just no one knew it yet."–Lady Gaga

A lot of people are asking about my favorite time of year. (a lot meaning, no one) I'll tell you. It's this time of year. It's my favorite because a lot happens in spite of the daylight hours being at a premium. My lovely bride and I celebrate our anniversary. There are parties like the winter solstice one we just attended. There's no shortage of chocolate. Plus, we get to see friends and family. What's not to like?
As I mentioned last week, one drawback is sports. Especially when my teams lose. And they lose a lot. One lost just last night.
To keep it from ruining my mood, I try to focus on the good things I listed. Oh, and my brushes with greatness. There are a number of times where I've come into close contact with famous people. Vanilla Ice, Steve Miller, Brett Favre, Billy Corgan, Michael Hutchence. I know all the words to "Last of the Famous International Playboys."
Surprisingly, I don't know many famous people well. I didn't grow up with any. No one from my grade school. A few kids in high school went on to moderate fame, like playing pro sports or being implicated in a white collar crime scandal. One of my college friends married a semi-famous politician. A guy I worked with won both the Showcase Showdowns on Price is Right. Things like that, but no one really famous. Like Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. Just think, if you went to a single high school in Boston you could say, 'I know those guys" at every holiday party, every year.
I know I would.
Instead, I'll be telling stories about my compost squash and maybe something about how Bianca the cat has discovered the toilet paper roll. She's quite good at destroying them.

If I don't see you over the holidays, know I'm thinking about you.
(and I'm secretly hoping you become really famous before next year, so I have some good stories to tell)
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