As we all know by now, 2020 was miserable. Worst year ever—at least in my lifetime.
I won’t bother with this year’s lowlights. You lived through it—you know the score. Basically, it was Trump, death, Trump, death, Trump . . .
Watching all the big games (Super Bowl, NBA playoffs, World Series) on the big TV screen at the house of Cap, my dear friend who I hardly saw these last few months. But don’t expect the Bears to be in any of those big games, not until they get management that’s not prejudiced against Black quarterbacks . . .
Well, I may have improved that last line a little bit.
And drinking margaritas at our kids’ annual Chanukah party, the house filled with dozens and dozens of millennials. Though it’s the old guys—Cap and Norm—who are the last to leave every year.
And going to Northwestern football games with Mickey D, and talking politics the whole game.
