Merry Christmas from our family to yours.
Speaking of family, it is really hard to write a column when your wife keeps playing “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”, (by Gayla Peevey, 1953) on the computer next to you. “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas; I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you? He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue; Just bring him through the front door, that's the easy thing to do.”
Talk with you later. Many thanks to Rosa's fiance, (my nephew,) Frank Babylon for helping me set up this site.