Hill-Topics
I've taken lots of spiffy photos of Christmas lights over the past few weeks, but haven't had room to put them in the paper.
Hopefully, there's at least one holiday photo there today, if not, rest assured, we wanted to put it there.
We've needed front-page space for the photos because that page is printed in color; and Christmas just isn't the same in black and white.
Driving streets after dark with a telephoto lens, and stopping now and then in front of someone's yard, would probably get me arrested any other time of year. It was a risk I was willing to take.
My wife, Claire, wanted to put up the decorations on Saturday, and I fully intended to, but
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I promised we'd have the lights up this weekend, before the college-age children come home.
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My knees ached from kneeling on the hardwood floor at last week's home basketball game.
Don't feel sorry for me.
I brought along the cure for sore knees, but was too fashion conscious to wear them.
You see, a web site for professional sports photographers, told me that the big time photogs take knee pads with them to basketball games.
The best kind of kneepads to get, the big-timers said, are the kind worn when rollerblading, because they're soft on the inside and have hard plastic on the outside.
Well, a few weeks before the season began, I found a used set of these jumbo kneepads, for a dollar, at a used clothing store.
But they look so goofy, I was too embarrassed to wear them. I tried one of them, for awhile, but since you were all staring and pointing at me (I know you were!) I took it off.
And bruised my knees.
So, laugh all you want.
I'm wearing them next time.
— GRANT OVERSTAKE
