…and I’m off.

For a few eagerly anticipated days of rest and relaxation with my girlfriend, who I haven’t been able to see nearly often enough lately. And away from the laptop, about which I feel the exact opposite. Chicago’s the place, which brings up a lingering issue. I’ve received more e-mails about one particular song than any other post I’ve made since I began this motherscratcher. And since it’s one so associated with the Hog Butcher to the World, here it is. Consider it a part of my continuing holiday spirit.