Sunday, September 29, 2002

Somewhere out beyond the confines of my apartment, there is a church with an electronic bell tower that is blasting out the greatest hits of the 1870's. It's not too obnoxious, because it's not very loud.

But as I sit here on this beautiful September morn, I find myself humming along with the bells, singing ("We all want our figgy pudding. We all want our Figgy pudding, so bring it right here. We won't go until we get some. . .") I'm not sure why we need to start playing secular carols on the last Sunday in September. Over a loudspeaker. This year I'm going to have to start especially early to get into the mood.

dwf
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