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Not all men are created equal. If Thomas Jefferson were alive today, I'm confident he would recant his words immediately after witnessing a single man consume a tiny fraction of his weight in meat. Trust me, it's way more impressive than I made it sound.

I'm no scienceologist, but I do know that stomachs have finite size. But every once in a while, you meat a man whose stomach knows no bounds. A man who laughs at the concept of "being full," and coughs every once in a while when he swallows food down the wrong pipe ...

"Yea-but don't you miss the seasons?"

It's a question every Californian is compelled to answer at some point or other, and it's usually asked in the context of basking in the sunshine at the beach!

Do I miss the seasons?  Do you mean the wet one; the steaming one, the gray one or the snowy one?  I grew up in Michigan, and I admit, there's a beautiful Fall season that lasts "several" days in a good year.

This week in California it poured rain. . .for a day!  Then it was sunshine, blue skies.  Okay so it ...

The fall colors are behind us and we're into the Christmas red, green, silver and well. . .no earth colors!

It's my favorite time of the year.  So much so, I'm ready for the lights, the music and the decorations as early as possible.  What can I say? I keep Christmas music in my car all year!

On December 1, my office at Ambassador was "fully festooned" and I'm feelin' the mood!

But for a lot of people it's the loneliest time of the year; a reminder of what used to be or what never was ...