We’re always one day closer to every future event and occasion: your next birthday, the next solar eclipse, your death, the sun becoming a red giant, the heat death of the universe, and tomorrow …. bet your bottom dollar.
For a craft project in first grade, I made a Christmas tree from a very large pine cone (8 to 12 inches tall) which was mounted in an inch of plaster of paris in the bottom of a plastic bottle, with tiny ball ornaments that put on each year. My mom kept it for at least 45 years.
No, no, no. Brewster has a plan! A cunning one, at that. But it’s so top secret that he hasn’t told it to anyone, including himself.