Monday, November 14, 2011
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
Some movie stars wear their sunglasses even in church. They're afraid God might recognize them and ask for autographs.
The summer is the best time. You use polarized sunglasses to spot steelhead, and you fish for them.
I'm in my truck talking to Jesus. And you can see a World Series ring on my right pinkie finger. But when I take my sunglasess off a second later, it's gone. It's the whole divine intervention thing. You know Jesus had something to do with them winning.