All everybody - me included - does around here is bemoan how warm and un-Christmasy it feels. We've all given up dreaming of a white Christmas.
But this past Friday night Tom and I discovered the up side of a warm Christmas when we went to see the holiday lights along the Scioto Mile, the walkway that winds along the Scioto River through downtown Columbus.
We decided to first have dinner at the Spaghetti Warehouse,
We opted next for the endless salad, mine topped with yummy blue cheese dressing,
On our way out of the restaurant I had stopped to take a photo of this beautiful antique organ,
"Oh," I said, "well, it's gorgeous. Is it alright if I take a picture?"
"Sure," he said, then he cocked his head towards, I suppose, the unseen management and added, "They don't know yet that this organ is mine. But, believe me, it's mine!"
As he dashed back to work I thought, maybe you ought to let them know?
After we left the Spaghetti Warehouse we drove back to downtown,
We may not have a white Christmas, but in downtown Columbus that won't keep anyone from walking through a winter wonderland.