Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 10, 2018

But your daughter isn’t named Rachael…

Drunk Santas, the smell of horrific mulled wine, unbearable crowds, “White Christmas” and “Jingle Bells” (not Pam’s!) for months now, pick-pockets, not getting what one was aiming for,…

Home invasion shouldn’t be a major problem on a space station. Getting your stuff delivered from Earth quick might be.

I love being able to shop late at night in my jammies without the crowds, the parking or the weather.

Try to remember the true meaning of Christmas. Unbridled consumerism.

Practically the same thing.

That’s her credit card balance, kid. But while we’re on the subject of holiday memories …

All my fondest are of you, Pam … by firelight … in your Santa cap … and birthday suit.

Whenever I hear City Sidewalks my mind’s eye sees downtown Madison Wisconsin with the decorations & Christmas bells. When I was a little boy that’s where the shopping was.

See today’s “Half Full.”

A large department store had an area set aside for little kids with teens dressed as elves. We gave them the money parents gave us, told them our gift lists (gender & age) and they would make sure each person on the list got something and the money would stretch to cover all. Sometimes it was just a ball, but they got something. I LOVED it.

Well… if you live on a space ship/space station, I guess that is about as good as it gets.

This is funny and sad at the same time