My history of Christmas depression kicked in.

Something jerked a memory of wintertime Christmas depression.

Christmas eve.

An Alaskan bar. 2315 local time.

I shot off my mouth and offered a ride to midnight mass to anyone that wanted a ride. Nobody was interested but a hooker came up to me quietly and said I could drop her off in the parking lot.

I said, "No. You're coming with me. As my guest."

We went to mass together.

Later I got a lot of shit over it from a few self righteous people.

40 something years later I think it was my finest hour.

To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY