Call Me Al

It's nice when viewers come up and tell you they like watching you on TV. But somtimes I don't think they know exactly who it is they're talking to. Yesterday a woman came up and said, "We sure do like watching you, Chris." Then today at the bank, the teller looks at the deposit, which clearly said Carson and says,"but you go by Garrett right?" I go by Garrett?

Merry Christmas

Christmas 1980

Christmas 2005

I hope that everyone who reads this has a really good Christmas this year. Christmas is a happy time, but it can also be a little sad. Especially when you start to look back on the year. It's sad that I've seen so many of my friends hit the road for other places. Melissa Stephens, Dianna Gee, Chris Davis. They're all gone now. Chris is the only one of them I've seen since, and that was just once. All three were and are great people.

Merry Christmas

Lost at the Parade

I judged the Arab Christmas Parade tonight. It was a lot of fun. But it brings back an unpleasant memory from childhood. I got lost at the Arab Christmas Parade in 1983. I was 7 years old and somehow got separated from my mom and dad. I wandered the sidewalk aimlessly, tears streaming down my face. I finally stumbled across my great aunt, who I recognized. She got me and tried to find my mom and dad. We ended up just having to leave. We drove by my mom's sisters house. They weren't there. So she ended up taking me to my mom's other sister who lived across the road from us. During this whole trip, I'm in the backseat crying. Somehow I was finally reunited with my mom and dad, who didn't seem to be all that worried. I'm not sure what traumatized me the most, getting lost or finally being found.