2020 was… well… unique. In what other December could someone writing in jest, “I believe in mandatory vacations” create a social media firestorm. (Please read again to note the use of the word “vacations”.) And that about sums up the year for the Jones family.
“His hair was shoulder-length, his youthful face hid behind an abundance of shaggy beard. Over tight, faded blue jeans and an old, bulky knit, he had thrown his pride and joy — a sheepskin wrap.” Where were you when you first heard Jerry Forbes reading A Creature Was Stirring? For me it was December 1990, in our '82 Cutlass Sierra, the radio dial tuned to Edmonton’s 630 CHED.
A change is in the air. A great mellowing is at work. It’s in the breeze, in the trees, inside each and every one of us. And somewhere, not far off, the smoke of backyard firepits is seasoning the darkening sky. Autumn.