It is
something I look forward to, yet dread every year.
An old
college friend always sends me a Christmas card and letter. A lot of people hate those family
newsletters. I don't. I like this person, and I'm always interested
in how her year went.
The
problem is the response. My friend has a
really good life-- great family, great job, great vacations.
I have
nothing to offer in return. Here's my
first draft of the letter she receives in response.
I had a
nice year. Work kept me busy with
several big stories. There was a lot of
time in court, and Hurricane Sandy (I refuse to say "superstorm")
jump out at me.
I shopped
for a new car. I didn't buy one.
I shopped
for a smart phone. I didn't buy one.
I did buy
a bicycle and joined a gym. I love the
bike, and I feel better since I've been "working out."
I managed
to put the brakes on my pen collecting, and I spent a lot of time playing with
my camera.
My blog
turned 8 this year.
I
consumed enough "5 Hour Energy" to kill a yak.
I really
racked up the points on my Subway rewards card, and I ate at White Castle
for the first time.
Hours
were spent pondering how a porcupine could possibly be connected to a train.
Hours
were spent watching Penndot patch the same interstate bridge over and over and
over again.
Well, that's 2012. I hope your year was a great one, and I look forward to hearing about your 2013.
Happy Holidays to you and the family.
Your friend, Andy.