In honor of Christmas spirit I will not reminisce.

I am reading an excellent book called Shantaram. It takes place in Bombay and the characters are from all over the world converging into a playground for the seedy underworld. Fascinating!
It is so completely different from the monotony that I face. I am reading a particularly engaging
piece this morning, when a parent interupts to find out why his son can't buy a lunch ticket.
Ugh!

So, out with the turkeys, in with the trees!