I originally was going to write about the new Dark Shadows motion picture, but circumstances have intervened. It turns out that my dear friend’s mum’s twin brother died either late Wednesday night or early Thursday morning, alone except for his little dog. My friend called me around 9:30 Thursday morning to go next door and try to comfort her mum, and I was honored to do so.
Her mum was a basket case. She and her brother were Christmas Day babies, 65 years ago Christmas past. I have a brother, but not a twin, and my brother and I are separated by 14 years. She and her brother were separated by fewer than 14 minutes, so they grew up together.
I did comfort her, and she cried in my arms. I could not do much except to try to let her know that I really care, and she appreciated that. Now for the culture part.