No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Once again it is that magical time of year in New York when streets are merrier than usual. Laughter is heard throughout. Children are standing in amazement. Young teens dreaming of coming of age. And other mortal citizens are heading else where. Santa Con is here. And with it 1000s of Santas, as well as elves, reindeer, and the occasional Christmas tree roam the streets looking for a bar.
Each year this time they chose one Saturday to make Merry in part of New York. This year it was Hells Kitchen.
There were Santas coming:
And Santa's going:
And most of all Santas making merry in their natural habitat; an Irish pub!