It looks like I won’t be spending a white Christmas this year again in Montana. I wasn’t gonna go there until after the holidays but I got to checking flights and found a very reasonable one in mid December so I jumped on it.
I recall last Christmas on Andros and it was a very enjoyable time. On Christmas Eve Hank, Eva and I went to the local police station for their holiday party. Of course it helps when Hank’s brother is the chief of police of the entire island. But this party was open to all and it consisted of all the rum you could drink and all the bbq chicken and wild pig you could eat. I’m sure it will be the same this year.
The white sand at Somerset Beach and on the flats will have to substitute for the white snow in Montana.