Christmas Letter, 2020

                    Damn, how I miss these people!

                         Well, not Santa Claus, necessarily 

Well, not much good one can say about the year 2020, other than that it’s almost over,  My adventures for the year have consisted mainly of trips to the doctor; my health remains pretty good for a man of my advanced years (currently 87 7/12), but numerous consultations with medical science seem to be required.  Like a good boy I am staying home to avoid giving/receiving our friendly local virus.  The only people I ever see, other than my two daughters and my cleaning lady, are happy, mainly be-masked dog owners (through the window), transporting their pets to and from the dog-pooping grounds a few blocks away.  Makes me appreciate cats, especially on rainy days.

But, of course, I have good family news to report.  I have two new great grandchildren to make me smile and give me hope for the future of the human species:  Thomas Robert Moreno, only a few months old, and Hugo Wilde Weise, who is a half-year or so older.  Both cute as buttons, of course.  Add them to Evelyn and Seamus, both seven and in school, for goodness sake, and Finnegan, not far behind – and you have proof that I have done my part to replenish humanity.  Now if this damned virus would only let me go see them…..

For the last few months I have been thinking about geology, a little bit, anyway.  This is mostly owing to the fact that there seems to be renewed interest in some ideas I wrote about 40-50 years ago.  In essence, I apparently am regarded as a kind of interesting archeological specimen!  Anyway, to see how it all started, go to Google and ask for Nick Zentner You Tube * 13, and don’t be dismayed at how old I look.

So, anyway, I hope that your holiday season is as nice as can reasonably be expected, and that 2021 proves to be much better than our current unhappy year.  Hang in there.