Live drum and dance performances by Atiba and the BUSA family highlighted the 7th Annual Community Kwanzaa Festival on Sunday, Dec. 26. More than 100 people including many families with children attended the colorful festival which was free and open to everyone in the Oak Park area.
It took a quarter of a century to build, but last year, the HO scale model trains that toot-tooted and clickedy-clacked across an ever-changing track configuration in the basement of Dole Center finally screeched to a halt. Luckily, there's light at the end of the tunnel.
Many people cringe over the holiday formletters that inundate mailboxes during December and early January. A good number, in fact, begin with an apology for sending such a quasi-personal missive. The rest begin with the line, "It's hard to believe Christmas/December is here already."
In my last column I talked about the fabulous onion soup I was preparing for New Year's Eve. I told you how I make it, and even mentioned that it was the very first soup I learned to make when I was a culinary student. I didn't mention the tears that ran down my wife's face as I began slicing. But I'll mention them now, because onions are certainly nothing to cry about.
I've come to hate the "Holidays." I don't like shopping, baking, or cooking. My desire to socialize drops with the temperature. My job gets more stressful, my kids get more demanding, and I see a definite increase in stupid behavior (my own).