Tonight I take my lovely girlfriend Lisa out to Pensacola’s oldest steakhouse. It’s named Jackson’s Steakhouse, named after the first governor of the Florida Territory Andrew Jackson. Looking out the floor to ceiling,New Orleans type windows of the steakhouse, you see tree canopied Plaza Ferdinand where stands a bronze bust of Jackson installed on the exact spot in which Jackson stood during his inauguration as the first governor.
We will eat a very late dinner European-style, and then we’ll attend the midnight services at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church. Lisa and I have been doing this for the last ten years. We go to this church which has a majority African-American membership to listen to their glorious chorus that sings Christmas songs with great zest. I find during the service humans acting at their loving best, embracing one another, and wishing good tidings. Nothing boring about church at St. Joseph’s on Christmas Eve. Neither Lisa nor I are Catholic, and as you know I am a nonbeliever who sometimes wishes the grand myth were true.
I’ve had a blast on this message board debating various topics, and I’ve become very fond of most of you. It is with a very warm feeling inside, not alcohol-induced, that I wish all of you a happy holiday season and that you guys do not hold Stormfront to his bet.
