So now as Year 2018 hits its gloamin’,
It’s time to fit my now traditional poem in!
What fun to recall as this annum now ends
All my revels and travels with family and friends!
Though taking long trips, I did this year eschew,
That doesn’t mean sights and good times were but few!
A little bit ’round California I’d roam –
But I’d also enjoy myself right close to home!
Had a marvelous time as my friend Sherry’s guest
Up in Big Bear for its raucous Oktoberfest!
Though I definitely savored each brief getaway,
Loved a night tour too of my little old L.A.!
Largely sleeping except for the odd shop and vendor,
Chinatown was alight in unique neon splendor!
And before when I’d drive off to Vegas to play,
There were sights that I’d miss as I cruised on my way.
So I traveled a bit north and east of L.A.
To see what desert cities had there on display.
I saw towns travelers used to stop in at by train,
Or on Route 66 like the old song’s refrain.
The station in Barstow displayed trains of old;
And the Calico train took folks searching for gold!
For short rides, L.A.’s Angels Flight fits the bill;
It just goes one block up and down Bunker Hill!
L.A.’s Union Station was many’s first view
Of this city (lit up here in deep Dodger Blue!).
And speaking of sports, you may tease or may mock,
But my blog’s not complete without some hockey talk!
Each year, it’s now one of my favorite things
To take Mum to see her Blackhawks take on my Kings!
As fists flew at Mum when her Hawks won the day,
I explained they were fist bumps – completely okay!
We’re such rabid fans that when planning a journey,
We make sure we’ll catch each Hawk/Kings game and tourney!
For our Thanksgiving trip, I mapped each place we’d stay
While Mum worked up her notes on when our teams would play:
We savored the sunsets on Cambria’s shore
And gave thanks for our health and our bounties galore!
We found Cambria is distant Wales’ Latin name;
We relished our stay – and missed nary a game!
Since my summer Lair trip’s had its third rendition,
It’s proper to term it an annual tradition!
While my days in Pinecrest were lovely in sum,
They served too as a portent of dark days to come…
I eased into moving from urban to rural
By staying in Murphys (yes, that’s in the plural).
With good friends, I commenced quite happily to dine
On a diet of fellowship, music and wine!
The Sierra town’s a great place to unwind –
But this year, the fates would prove rather unkind.
Smoke from fires nearby cast an ominous pall
And, alas for the West, it was not to be all.
We went on to Pinecrest despite the bad air
To keep our yearly date with Cal’s Lair of the Bear.
And while the conditions were less than ideal,
The place still maintained all its folksy appeal!
Though viewed through a smoky, unsettling haze,
With great friends, I still recall such happy days!
My prayers go out daily to those touched by fire,
And to responders whose selflessness I so admire.
As the tragedies here in my home state have mounted,
My own blessings I have much more keenly counted.
Above all, I’m so blessed with family and friends
Whose kindness and thoughtfulness just never ends!
And I’m lucky that this year held visits in store
With so many of them – and I’m still getting more!
I’ve yet got a tea and a Christmas Eve feast,
And a monthly soiree with dear friends from just east!
And what a trip Mum and I just had up north
spending time on the coast as we went back and forth!
With decades of friends we found ourselves surrounded –
Including at church where the love so abounded!
Wish I were possessed of a much greater art
For letting them know how much they’re in my heart!
And I’m thankful to readers out there on the ‘net –
You’re friends of mine too though we just haven’t met!
That’s all the adventures I’ll pause to recount,
as the moments I cherish continue to mount!
I’ll just say as the year slips away out of sight,
Happy Holidays to all and a New Year most bright!