Through the Keyhole

December 2025

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“This country capital finds villain hiding in ash. Home to endless Bachelorette parties, cowboy hats and lots of boots. If you don't like country music, you should avoid this place.”

Can you guess the location?

Say Goodbye to 2025

Wow. Can you believe 2025 is already packing its bags? It feels like we just got used to writing “2025” on forms, and now it’s about to ghost us like a bad Tinder date. Time really does fly—though honestly, it’s less like flying and more like barreling down the runway with no brakes while we’re still fumbling for the seatbelt. Seriously, it feels like time is flying. My father used to say life is like a roll of toilet paper...it goes faster when you get to the end. I refuse to think that way...

This year had its fair share of chaos, surprises, and “wait, what?” moments, but here we are, still standing (mostly upright). And now, the big question: what’s next? Well, 2026 is waiting in the wings, probably sipping a latte and scrolling through our mistakes like, “Oh, I can top that.” But let’s be optimistic—new year, new opportunities, new excuses to buy planners we’ll abandon by February.

What can we look forward to? Fresh starts, bold goals, and maybe finally figuring out how to use all those features on our phones we’ve been ignoring. It’s a chance to reset, recharge, and pretend we’re going to stick to those resolutions (spoiler: we won’t, but hey, it’s the thought that counts). So here’s to leaving behind the weirdness of 2025 and stepping into 2026 with confidence—or at least with a good sense of humor and a strong Wi-Fi connection.

Cheers to 2026: may it be the year we finally stop saying “next year will be different”… and actually mean it.

Christmas has a way of making the whole world feel like it’s wearing a sweater that may or may not itch, but we love it anyway. Lights appear on houses that clearly had no lights last week, cookies multiply through mysterious divine intervention, and even the grumpiest people suddenly remember how to smile—usually right after their third cup of peppermint cocoa.

But beneath all the garland, glitter, and slightly off-key caroling, Christmas has this quiet magic: it reminds us we’re all part of something bigger. That God stepped into the world not with trumpets and fireworks, but in the softest, humblest way—a baby in a manger who somehow managed to warm the coldest corners of human hearts.

And every December, that same love shakes off the dust, pokes us in the ribs, and says, “Hey, don’t forget what really matters.” So we hug a little tighter, forgive a little faster, and occasionally try to assemble toys with instructions clearly written by an eldritch being. All in the name of love, light, and the God who started this whole joyful, chaotic season.

May your Christmas be full of laughter, full of peace, and full of that gentle reminder that even in a noisy, busy world, God still slips in quietly and says, “I’m here.”

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Guess the Location Game

Last month the winner of the guess the location game was Randall McCutcheon who guessed the right answer. I appreciate all of the participation. THANKS FOR PLAYING!

ANSWER: Plymouth Rock, MA

“The Eastern facing location is where settlers’ hopes met stone, yet no ship’s anchor ever kissed its face. It's name and location are famous but is what historians tell us reality?”

Plymouth Rock is famously known as “where the Pilgrims landed” in 1620—except no one actually wrote that down at the time. The Pilgrims were too busy not dying to take geological notes.

The first written claim that the Rock was the landing spot didn’t show up until 121 years later, when an elderly town elder pointed at a random rock and said, “Yeah, that one.”

And that, apparently, was good enough for everyone.

Over the centuries, the Rock has had more adventures than most of the settlers:

It’s been broken in half (twice).
It’s been dragged around town like the world’s most patriotic lawn ornament.
Chiseled into souvenirs until people realized it was shrinking like a bar of soap.
Finally shoved inside an elegant granite shrine—making it possibly the only rock in history with better real estate than the people who landed near it.

Today, Plymouth Rock sits peacefully inside its columned monument, looking like a disappointed baked potato behind bars, while millions of tourists stroll by and say:

“…huh. I thought it would be bigger.”

So in summary:

The Pilgrims didn’t really care about it, the town nearly destroyed it through enthusiasm, and now it’s treated like the Beyoncé of historical minerals.

Funny. Some pics of Plymouth...the town.

Enjoy.

Drive Thru History ~ 3 minutes

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A Hallmark Moment in Plymouth... ~ 5 minutes

Old School Christmas...

Band Aid Video...

I used to love this song ~ 4 minutes

Sebastian Maniscalco Impression?

~ 5 minutes

Over the top?

These people have time to do this... ~ 3 minutes

Butch O'Hare's Story

Ever wonder why Chicago’s airport is called O’Hare? It’s not because someone liked Irish names. It’s named after Edward “Butch” O’Hare—a WWII Navy pilot who became America’s first flying ace. In 1942, with barely any ammo, he shot down five Japanese bombers in four minutes.

Medal of Honor? Yep. National hero? Absolutely. Tragically, he disappeared on a night mission in 1943. Chicago honored him by renaming Orchard Field to O’Hare in 1949.

So next time you’re stuck in a security line, remember: this place is named after a guy who fought nine planes with half a clip. Makes your delayed flight seem pretty tame, doesn’t it?

Talking Animals.