Christmas Over, Year Fading, Thinkers Die ...

And the kids had fun with their uncles again yesterday at their grandma's, so much fun that we got no photos of that (no hands free) only of the aftermath once all were gone and things were quieting down again.

And the year is fading and a great man has died, a great writer of the English language for the stage, a ready commentator of the malaise of our age.
HARALD PINTER was a man of brave words and critical judgement. His plays are essential to thinking the condition of man. His Nobel Prize Speech blasted the bushbaby playpen with all the appropriate epithets. At least Mr. Pinter lived long enough to see that the US was ready to reject the playpen and make a go with change. It would, however, have been good to have his critical voice still to accompany critically whatever path Obama will walk.
Thank you, Mr. Pinter, for enriching our world! You were a Christmas present for so many of us for so long!