Views from a BrewTown Sista (aka The Chronicles of Kayleah H. Madison)

So the Christmas holiday has come and gone. Everyone has basically either gone back to work or is wondering how much closer to oblivion we'll all get when we go over the fiscal cliff. Have you ever noticed that nothing is ever decent to watch on TV immediately following Christmas? I went ahead and yakked about that on my YouTube page ( www.youtube.com/creamcitysista1970 ).  I am at an age where I don't care about all these damn college football bowl games leading up to the big boys on New Year's Day. Play them games, make lots of dough for your schools, and get off my TV! (Kick Stanford's ass in the Rose Bowl, okay, Wisconsin?) Since typing my blog late on Christmas Eve, I have recalled a few more memories about my late dad's home state, Mississippi. You know, the one state in the US that has four "eyes" and still can't "see" how screwed they really are? Forever steeped in racial backwardsness, the Magnolia State is at or near the bottom

It's Christmas Eve 2012, and I'm watching the climax of the classic It's A Wonderful Life. When George Bailey's life was down in the dumps, he tells an angel that he'd wish he'd never been born. Slowly but surely, he slowly realizes just how important his life was.  "Remember...no man is a failure when he has friends", as the message the would-be angel Clarence tells George Bailey, aka Jimmy Stewart. His friends and family help good ol' George out with his problems. Now, I might not have as many situations than George Bailey did in that movie,however I can say that I will have some more friends than I started with. I spent the greater part of this evening with a friend on facebook who is originally from Tuepelo, Mississippi...the same town where Elvis Presley was born. We chatted about life in the Magnolia state, which is where my dad's side of the family came from. Although I haven been unable to return there since 1996, I do have a few memori

We are just days away from Christmas 2012. Just got into winter today, the first day of winter. I'm watching David Letterman's annual holiday show that features Dave & guest Jay Thomas throwing footballs at a meatball on top of a tree and the annual appearance by Darlene Love singing her classic Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).  Yeah, I have been a Letterman fan since he started 30 years ago. At least he gets to have some fun during the holidays. Last year at this time, I can easily tell you I felt about as low as anybody, aside from being six feet underground. Spending Christmas locked up in another county sucks, it just sucks. All because I had a warrant for my ass over a traffic ticket. No, wait...they wanted me to appear in court... in another county...to deal with this. It's just a damn ticket, but the county where I got this in June 2010 has a no-bullshit policy. So I may have not yielded into the far lane to a state trooper when I was coming home from a conv