The Holidays

The holidays. We have a family tradition of making tamales for the holidays. This year was no different. They were tasty. My friend Lou makes them for his family as well. Lou is a tamale maker. He made so many this year that we had to go back to East Los Angeles to buy more masa. He picked me up and we made the now familiar loop, from East LA to the Venice Room, to a little bar in San Gabriel. It’s always good to see Lou.

            I have mixed emotions about the holidays. I still call it Christmas, which is nowadays, somehow not PC. I really don’t care about being PC. It’s a pain in the ass how sensitive people have become. I guess my mixed emotions come from losing a year and gaining another. We’re going to take this one away, but we’re going to give a new one. It’s conflicting. It’s some kind of man made mumble jumbo that helps categorize the past, future and present. It's necessary I suppose, but kind of strange when you think about Jesus and Christmas.