Another day, another dollar…another year stuck up the holler….

I'm certain sure that a lot of y'all ain't got a clue as to what a 'holler' ackshully is…'n if I'uz to explain that, as a word, it's merely a corrupt pronunciation of 'hollow' 'n you wudn't know what a 'hollow' is either…..a simple explanation is that it'ud be a term connoting a valley or vale…or even a glen or a dale…I just tho't I'd clear that up for you…

Ain't nuthin' quite like getting up on a cold (norCal cold) December morning (last one of the year) t'see bright sunshine streaming thru the windows…took da boyz outside 'n stood there shivering (dunno how I'd fare back in the States where it's really cold)…Willy wanted to nose around while it seemed Rusty wanted nuthin' more than t'go back to bed…

anyway, we finally did get back inside where the day is much more comfortable…Rusty went back to bed 'n Willy curled up in my chair….I didn't mind…I had coffee 'n lemon cake for breakfast 'n read the snooze-nooze…I kind'a miss having a real newspaper to read with my morning coffee…In that long-ago time (day before yest'iday or thereabouts) when I use'ta work the central valley, I'd have breakfast at the oh so p'litically incorrect Sambo's where I'd linger with coffee 'n cigarettes over the SF Chronicle…they had some great columnists back in the day…Herb Caen, Charles McCabe, Stanton Delaplane….Heck!  I even read the sporting green back in those pre-steroid daze of the stalwart Giants 'n Charley Finlay's irrepressible A's….

Time marches on, don't it 'n someday these will be the 'good old daze' for the weary grownups of tomorrow….just imagine when they look at old pics of themselves…ahhhh, karma comes to all at some point in time to all those who stick around for her….

It's an exciting 'n worrisome time for people with all the doom 'n gloomers filling the airwaves with dire prophecies about the end of the world (I must'a lived thru the end of the world at least a half-dozen times already)…anyway, what with the Mayans (didn't happen) the fiscal cliff (dumb 'n dumber) rising taxes (a certainty, along with dying) 'n Piers Morgan threatening to abandon us altogether (devoutly t'be wished for) I expect my grandchildren are gonna have some really interesting good old daze to look forward to….

Well, I've drank my six cups of coffee, the sun is getting higher in the sky 'n da boyz are getting restless…the park awaits 'n I must heed the call….

So, HAPPY NEW YEAR to each 'n every one of you……