In keeping with the tradition that I mentioned last December, this post is the poem included on our Christmas card for 2013. It is always a joy to write the poem. When the words resonate in the lives and memories of those who read them, joy is enhanced as the words ripple out like the flickering light from an old film projector. Here it is: Flickering Forth Moisture laden clouds reached down to touch the pavement; the Season’s first deep chill hovered low, invading every crevice and Finally freezing autumn’s colorful leaves strewn about by biting breezes Sent to announce autumn slipping aside as winter’s grasp tightens. Dressed in our sleepers or flannel pajamas, we huddled before the Warming glow of our --- computer screen. Insert the digital video disk. The title page “Memories” flickered forth with the first frame captured From eight millimeter movies made when film was the highest of...