In full disclosure, I’m on the treadmill as I’m dictating
this column, a byproduct of eating enough over the Thanksgiving weekend to
power a commuter train. In a season of giving thanks, I’m thankful beach season
is at least six months away. At this point I’m in no danger of Sports
Illustrated calling me to appear in their annual swimsuit edition.
Let’s just say that when filling out my pants size for a
Christmas wish list, discretion is the better part of valor so I’ve added a size
or two for good measure – if you’ll pardon the bad pun.
But on to the topic de jour.