From Neely’s Canyon and our clay friends the aging Maccabees, which Mr. Boy dubs “a classic,” a gift from the mother of a girl who broke up with me.
Well, I made it past another solstice, without feeling the need for an Anglo-Saxon costume drama. Just a quiet day, despite the frigid aftermath of another overnight Blue Norther. Finishing Iron Sunrise, another good Charles Stross SF novel, and thinking of the seasonal carols of my youth, Adeste Fideles and Hark The Herald Angels Sing. Then I did the annual reading of his Maccabees book to Mr. Boy before we lit the first Hanukkah candle. For the next few days we will be singing Santa and Reindeer songs for his and Mrs. Charm’s secular celebration of Christmas.
You’ve heard, no doubt, of the Little Creamery (i.e. Blue Bell Ice Cream) in Brenham, a small town east of Austin. So you should meet the Little Synagogue, in this good Hanukkah story by one of the daily’s nice Jewish girl writers. The old Orthodox temple, B’Nai Abraham, is 122 years old. The last two aging members of the Recorded Texas Historical Landmark–as the story on this first evening of the Festival of Lights says–are "keeping the lights aglow" and praying for someone to take over when they’re gone.