Well the road suitcase has officially been unpacked and stored in the closet for awhile. One of the wonderful things about my job is that when I'm home, I'm really home. I can be there, unlike many dads, for school pick-ups, soccer games, flu shots, homework assignments etc.
It's amazing how much of the day to day stuff you miss when you're on the road for weeks at a time, and in many ways, it's the little stuff that counts. I miss the road, the comradery with the band and crew, and of course, the audience. But when the snow starts falling and Nat King Cole starts singing, there's no place like home.
As I write this, the Christmas tree is up and the menorah is out. I can still recite the Channukah prayer in Hebrew, and when I do, I feel the presence and approval of my old man who I know would be happy that I've carried on some small part of the tradition he handed down to me.
"Jingle Bell Rock" and JT singing "Winter Wonderland" are in heavy rotation, and I keep thinking about the holiday CD (A Jew for You At Christmas) I know I have to record someday.
After the bailouts and the Ponzi schemes, the alleged selling of Senate seats, the Great Recession, and the historic passing of the Presidential torch, it's finally time to say goodbye to Bush, Cheney, and 2008. So everyone, here's hoping that 2009 is a happy, healthy and PEACEFUL year for all of us.
Merry Christmas!
Happy Channukah!
Happy New Year!
Happy Obama!
-marc