'Tis the night for Givin' The Gold. Formal parties are popping up all over. Joe and I shall toss discipline to the wind and dine in front of the big screen on something with fat calories: shrimp on pasta with tomatoes and goat cheese. I'll be rooting for Jeff Bridges, admitting here that we've not seen all of the contenders. As for Oscar, he has further meaning to me...
The cherished stickpin pictured was my Dad's. It was gifted to him by his Uncle Oscar, upon the occasion of his Bar Mitzvah, when he was only thirteen. On their wedding days, Brian and Christian each honored their Grandfather and me by wearing it on a tuxedo lapel.
Touching You... Touching Me. Enjoy Oscar!
