GOING HOME

To Germany for the Holidays... or for what's left of them. I haven't seen my family in over a year, so this should be wonderful. Not like last year, where I spent my entire Christmas season HOME ALONE, and Christmas eve at a Chinese take out restaurant on Lexington Av on the Upper East Side, together with a jaded old couple that sipped their jasmine teas for two hours slowly and without ever saying a word. Then I went home and drank root beer and ate candy until I fell asleep to the sound of mentally ill pigeons bashing their heads against my window. This year will be all different, of course.

Home Alone (Columbus, 1990)