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.