As noted in the previous post, I did do a Christmas edition of the Revolution 21 podcast . . . it's just that, for the most part, I recorded it 37 years ago.
No, I'm not going to go into a long exegesis about the artistic -- and psychological and philosophical -- roots and ramifications of the show. That would be kind of self-important and dumb, wouldn't it?
If you get it, you get it. If not . . . maybe you'll enjoy the next show. Just thought it would be a different take on the whole Christmas-program thang, you know?
Anyway, I was just thinking about how you get older, Christmas becomes kind of bittersweet, as you remember all those people who aren't around anymore and the far-away places (both physically and metaphysically) of your childhood. They're . . . gone. But they're not.
And they're never so Not Gone as at Christmastime, when the communion of saints becomes so truly, tangibly here that sometimes it gets eerie. You know?
OH . . . . Little Favog, age eight, says hey from Baton Rouge, La. So does Mama and Daddy. (Daddy also says "CUT IT OFF!") And the aunts and uncles. And Grandma.
To listen, go to the podcast player to the right, at the top of the page. Also, go back to the Revolution 21 homepage and click on "Podcast." That will take you to the podcast page on podOmatic.
Be there. Alohohohoha.
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