To all jinxed space travelers, earth shakers, cave dwellers (and pop stars):
I sincerely hope this finds you well and in good enough spirits to read on, after all, Christmas is approaching, if not already come and gone.
Since last year’s seasonal outburst was such a fantastic success and a blow to my self-image, here I go again with more love and tidings to match this year’s chidings. There’s no business like blow business, I can swear to that, my friends. Everyone from the dentist next door (Dr. White and Mr. Jones) to Bob Licky and Zoe Snow will testify that there were some days on the ‘95 calendar that just blew. All rejoice in the glory of days with no blow.