POST-XMAS-POST

Christmas came and went and I bought cheap Christmas cards at Wal-Mart, along with many other little things that help me save a little money, and as I shop there I make sure I don't dwell on the lousy things that corporation purportedly does to its employees. That's conscious ignorance like the rest of the shoppers. The truly bad thing is this truly agonizing layer of ennui that falls like grimy snow between the holidays. Now it's almost New Year's, many changes are coming, some are already here, and the only President I've ever met died.

I shook Pres. Gerald Ford's hand when I ran into him at a photo studio in Century City more than 25 years ago. Since then I've rubbed shoulders with other celebrities and a few politicos, but there was a magic energy with Jerry. Of all the many things that have been said about him and his life since his death, NO ONE has mentioned that this man of high integrity called for a congressional UFO investigation in the wake of the sightings in the state he watched over as senator. The state was Michigan.

I'm a bad girl. You may not see another posting here for ages, and ages. Or ever! Don't let that dissuade you from keeping in touch, however.