Pics seem appropriate. So does a stiff drink and/or a bowl of something...
Ye olde familial estate (aka Republican fortress) - home to good china, good silver, many golf clubs in the garage and the stained glass family coat of arms hanging over the bar. How I came to be a granola-munchin', earth-savin', organic/fair-trade buyin', left-leanin' Democrat is often pondered. Oh wait, I remember: it's called being poor while living in New England, that fertile liberal soil. Oh, how I would love to be back there! :)
This Christmas was bittersweet to say the least. It was nothing like previous holidays where the entire large Irish Catholic (hmmm...redundant?) clan gathered and merriment filled every room. No, this year was quiet. It sucked. But then again, so does life (more often than I care to admit), hence the need to raise a glass...
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