A NEW YEAR COMES

December 31, 2025

He's back.

This cheeky picture just arrived to our author inbox –[email protected]. A single word came with it:

“TWIGGEY-VOO”

Where does this guy, Roscoe, get off his pram to talk back to our bedtime stories book? Where does he think we are in space and time – some Cheapside tavern in the East End with Charles Dickens at the bar?

Dr. Johnson says, that the only proper response to contumely, is silence.

That shall be our Krishna mantra here. A New Year begins. We have more important things to discuss.

One so-called follower has asked … do we make New Year’s resolutions?

Most certainly, not.

The very making of such resolutions is an admission of low conduct during the previous year. They are astringents for sinning souls, made to be broken after a ten day penance; mere runways into churlish behavior of the New Year. No.

What we shall do, is to take a new name.

Now there is something to take the measure of the wintry months ahead; a new self set free of the dull burden of the old name.

Huron. That shall be our name for 2026; a Native name and strong.

Now that we think of it, we shall set the same course for our young critic, formerly self styled as Roscoe.

Miles Forest shall be his name henceforth; a name to suit the man, we might say, and we do say it. Miles Forest.

"Well Said," we shall say to ourselves. "Well Said."

Let us go forward now, to the adventures which lie before us.