Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 26, 2020

The fondest memory of 2020 will be watching it disappear in the rear view mirror.

It sure won’t be a Fond Farewell. Can hardly wait to say Good Riddance! And may the world return to normalcy soon.

Giving a boot to the Rump was a highlight.

Some of the music was good.

What about pollution levels going down.

Hey, January and February weren’t that bad… Except for the cold and snow… Maybe the whole year was a write off.

Christmas day in many Eastern States was flooded out and no power. Also my roof leaks. This year will go down in infamy for many other reasons than plague.

’bout sums it up, alright.

Well, it opened all our eyes, didn’t it?

“There’s battle lines being drawn. Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong.” – Stephen Stills, US prescient composer, c. 1967

Well, there were those few weeks in January…

Is that color to imply everything was ‘rosy’?

There was responsible stuff in January too

I’ve spent more time with my kids than any other time in their entire lives. My job is tough but rewarding (and I have one). I miss dining in restaurants but I’ve had food all year and I didn’t even run out of toilet paper. I haven’t lost anyone I know to Covid. And despite the best efforts of most stripes of our retarded political chattering class in the USA we’re going to have a peaceful political transition. And it isn’t 1968. Or 1918. Or 1861.

And of course Mando season 2 was terrific.

So why did we have this meeting?

The year 2020 . . . brought to you by the color Peach Puff

I got in some good walks before the middle of March. The weather turned warm and I got in one walk in Canada, and another that required a bus ride return. Those were the days.

Projector got covid too?

Well, there was the Presidential election — certainly the fondest memory of all.