In the darkness of a post-dinner drive home my job is often to keep the driver entertained and awake. Usually I just ask odd questions which get Warren talking about epistemological concepts or someone's artwork. At some point he will pause and ask how did we get on this topic. My response is that you looked sleepy so I asked a question to get you going. Last night, although he was driving, it was my turn to talk as we followed headlights down the highway. I was struck by yesterday's 12/13/14 date and sorry I didn't write or use the date as part of my photograph. Warren said, "well you can always look backwards." (So it's buried in today's image.) I began to sing an old Goon Show song that for some reason my family sang on an annual trip to New Hampshire: "I'm walking backwards for Christmas...." Warren asked me a few questions, so we got to talking about my Christmas memories and before I knew it we were back home again.
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the only thing for me
I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just look at me
And said it's a publicity stunt
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you
hear the full song here
I'm walking backwards for ChristmasAcross the Irish sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the only thing for me
I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just look at me
And said it's a publicity stunt
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you
hear the full song here
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