Does it seem to you that the days of thronging the mall for Christmas shopping seem as long ago as acid-washed jeans, pagers, and Glamor Fotos?
The great George Price brought this unthinkable scene to life on the cover of the New Yorker in 1965.
Anna Mary Robertson Moses (1860 – 1961), known as Grandma Moses, was an American folk artist who did not take up painting until the age of 78, but she still found time to paint some 1500+ canvases. Her style is called "primitive" by the art community; she called it "old timey." This one is called "Winter Wind."
The great debate rages on every December, and I am firmly in the camp that says "Die Hard" is a Christmas movie.
There's not a living soul who is too cool to wear a groovy Christmas sweater.
In 1996, someone in Las Vegas took a notion to build a community in the desert. Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure this is what the suburbs of Hell look like.
No I was not here and no one has seen me all day.
How about another slice of rhubarb pie?
Sophistication, dignity, and respect for tradition are back.
As a dedicated snacker, I love seeing people do this for the men and women who will schlep a million packages this season - and that's just to our house, or so it seems! In fact, I think I'll whip up a batch of Chex Mix right now...let's see...Corn Chex...Rice Chex...Wheat Chex...mixed nuts...bite-size pretzels and bagel chips... butter...Worcestershire sauce...seasoned salt...garlic powder...onion powder...let's go!
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