We still had an enjoyable holiday with our families, and while others recuperated, I had the foresight to bring along A Christmas Story, “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” Elf, and the MST3K editions of Santa Claus Conquers The Martians and the Mexican Santa Claus. (Thanks to Netflix, the first disc of “Aeon Flux” was in there too, but that’s not so Christmas-y.)
This year also marked the end of an era. A little over twenty years ago, I began my junior year of high school with a new backpack. It was sturdy and well-designed, with pockets upon pockets — just the thing for schoolwork on weekdays and D & D on weekends. I used it through college and law school, and it went with me on excursions far and near. It has been from the Jersey Shore to the Pacific Coast Highway and from Florida to Niagara Falls. Lately I started calling it “Golden Boy,” probably out of recognition that it was due to retire. When the Best Wife Ever asked what I wanted for Christmas this year, naturally I wanted Golden Boy to get a good sendoff.
So it was with a certain twinge of guilt that I opened the gold-wrapped present from the Best Wife Ever to find Golden Boy’s successor. I don’t know if it will put in the mileage that Golden Boy logged, and of course I’m tempted to say they don’t make ’em like they used to. There may well be a display case and plaque in Golden Boy’s future, but for now it will get a well-earned rest.