Sundance Time

For most of my life, the year was dictated by the school year. September was the beginning and time for back-to-school shopping. June was the end and brought the summer and carefree times. Both halves were broken apart almost perfectly by the holidays.

It’s interesting how long that idea of “school time” lingers. Even now, five years since being in a classroom, my brain expects something new in September and I resist working in June. (Almost always failing.)

It was just about a year ago that I first wrote about “Catfish” getting into Sundance. I wove together the story of Henry and Rel calling me a few days before Thanksgiving and the opening of “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” in a column. “Congrat-u-wow” I had stammered on the phone.

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Waste Land

During my garbage experiment, which I recounted in my last column, I read the book “Gone Tomorrow: The Hidden Life of Garbage.” Written by Heather Rogers, this highly recommended work documents what happens to the stuff we discard. I found particularly unnerving Rogers’ account of the development of National Recycling Day, which this year took place on November 15.

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Your Peace and Justice gift guide

Once again, we brace ourselves as a time of darkness gradually creeps across the land. We feel the approaching chill in the air, and gather provisions as we prepare for the impending storms. Soon, people will be huddling together with loved ones, friends, or even complete strangers, seeking warmth, comfort and refuge from relentlessly harsh and unforgiving conditions...

But enough about the Republican takeover of the House, it’s winter holiday time.

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