A colleague and I were recently having a conversation about how quick time passes, even at a weekly paper. I had just completed covering the birthday of Vera Piccetti who celebrated her 107th birthday. As I took the ceremonial photo of her with her cake I joked that she was my job security. After all, I'd been covering this event since she hit the triple digits in 2003.
A recent conversation in the office brought to light that someone had actually seen me in an "anatomically correct" mode at the airport without my knowledge. You see, I was somehow randomly selected to step into this high-tech glass booth at the Las Vegas airport a couple months ago.
The New Year, fast approaching, obviously calls for a column on the subject. But what's the big deal? At least Christmas brought feasting, drinking and partying; food and warmth and merriment in the middle of winter for pagans and celebration of a savior for Christians.
For those of you not yet hit by the recession and still running the race of keeping up with the Jones' - well, good for you. Personally, I find myself busy these days trying to keep up with the fat man in the red suit - that's right, Santa.
Miles away in a different time zone, where snow buries the yards and Old Man Winter takes up residence for a wintry season, the true spirit of Christmas blossomed in the bosoms of total strangers to the benefit of those close to me - my sister, nephew and brother-in-law.
It's been less than one month since Oakdale Youth Soccer League wrapped up its 2009 Season. My two-year-old is still running around with pink pom-poms asking, "Today soccer practice?" as her five-year-old brother sits in his room admiring his first trophy.
As some of you may have noticed in my previous column, I slipped in a piece of personal information without too much fanfare. That is, that I am engaged. I'm not one to really share too much of my personal life in my columns because at work I'm about business.
It goes without saying that we should always count our blessings but it's a sad fact that many of us are remiss in our appreciation for those most important in our lives or the advantages we benefit from on a daily basis until a certain time of year duly reminds us.