Saturday, December 23, 2006


The other night, coming back from Seattle, we drove by this house and all fell immediately into a state of wonder. I may not be a big fan of most things christmas, but I AM a big fan of tiny white lights. Which isn't to say I'm a big fan of this sort of thing:

Once, when I was a little girl, too little to remember much, our neighbors put up a huge and gaudy christmas display. My father, in turn, got up on the roof with his flashing lights and spelled out "Eat at Joe's." It may have been the last big joke my father ever made and, alas, there's not a single bit of photographic evidence to prove that it actually happened.

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