Still crazy, after all these years. And we wouldn't have it any other way! The backstory: Many years ago when most of us Klatschers were young and dinosaurs roamed the Earth, our ol' pal Gare acquired the nickname Moose. According to legend this happened because he once (in a somewhat over-refreshed state) entered a pizzeria with a pair of feminine undergarments on his head and ordered a pizza with a particular topping which was not offered by the establishment in question but which did contain the word "moose." I'm not making this up; there were witnesses. The story of Herr Schwarz's nocturnal adventure was recounted up at the Tech at the next morning's coffee break much to the amusement of all in attendance and, as was our custom, the new moniker was bestowed. The nickname Moose has stuck over the years (as have a variety of others) and when Sheil and Big D chanced upon a blow-up moose head it seemed only right and proper that said moose head be purchased and presented to Moose hizownself. They tried to do it last Christmas at Sheil's annual get-together at Tipperary's Pub but the intended recipient was otherwise engaged. Not to be deterred (and their sipirits not deflated, like the head) they stowed the moose away and brought it with them again this year. Second time was the charm. Gare showed up, the moose head was presented amidst much pomp and circumstance and a promise was extracted that, after he took the thing home and got it inflated, he would take a picture of it and send us a copy. We combined the Klatsch this week with Sheil's Christmas Deal at Tipperary's, and Moose's moose head pic seems like a Jim Dandy souvenir of the event. Merry ChristMoose, everybody!