we won't. yesterday i asked my wife if she wanted the full t-giving table spread this year, all things considered, and she responded after hesitation mid-coffee-pour that we could think of it as making leftovers on purpose.
our last-week-of-year and new-year holiday plans to join the entire extended multiple-generations family in the rocky mountains have been f*cked since around june, when it became clear how infected 2020 has become.
What have you learned about yourself in 2020 that you honestly hadn't realized or understood before, but is now impossible for you to "unknow"?
I know there are lots of national anthems, but there's only been one jimi. RIP, all who served for their families to be safer and sounder than if they hadn't.
"Fee" provides a narrative-laden counter-example to naysayers who accuse Phish of writing only nonsense lyrics. Even though that narrative – the story of the Buddhist weasel Fee’s blood feud with Floyd the chimpanzee over the affections of an aging gospel chanteuse named Millie Grace – is as fanciful as anything out of Dr. Seuss, it is a coherent story. And it even has a happy ending, if you’re into that.