Like the 4th of July, too many of our holidays have lost their meaning, becoming just an excuse for partying and a three-day weekend. When you grill your meat, think of those who lost so many holidays so that you could have yours.
Yes, it’s a busy space-conference week in LA. I was at the Space Tourism Conference on Wednesday, and ISDC yesterday and today. And tomorrow. And Sunday.
Mine has been gone for almost a quarter of a century now, but if you can, show yours the appreciation she deserves. None of us would be here without them.
We’re heading back to California from Golden this morning, spending the night in Mesquite, NV (which we’ve never done before, so that will be mildly interesting). Probably back in LA early tomorrow afternoon (we have to return the rental by 4:30). More anon.
Even to those who take offense at being wished a merry Christmas. I’m not a Christian, or believer in general, but neither am I one of the too many godless who demonize them.
Given the events of the past several weeks, it has to be a very sad Christmas in the place of Christ’s birth. The home of someone who came to bring peace remains roiled in a brutal war, fought against savage people who, if they ever got the power to eliminate those people from whom He was descended, would next take on the rest of us infidels.
With what’s happening in Ukraine and Israel, it’s perhaps one of the most somber holidays in almost eight decades, but we should rejoice that those of us in America remain at peace for now, and offer our thoughts and hopes and (if you do that) prayers to those who are suffering not just on this day, but for all days.