No Place Like Home

It was a real treat to be able to have a long weekend away.

Jan, auntie & me in the Big Apple.

Holidays are something that many people don’t get. It requires the confluence of a number of things, some important ones beyond anyone’s actual control. (If you have money and think you “earned” it, you may have worked hard, but nonetheless, you’re fooling yourself. No one deserves the good things, or more correctly everyone does, but only some get ’em…) Me, I never had a vacation until my early forties. And I haven’t forgotten…

So, I don’t take ’em for granted.

I am grateful.

And happy.

And, and, I’m glad to be home.

Really glad.

I wanted to end this with a clip from the conclusion of the Wizard of Oz, and they have it in several versions at Youtube, but, sadly, the embedding function has been disabled “by request.”

So, this will have to do…