I love the holiday season. All the worlds’ most dazzling cities are all aglitter and aglow. And when I’m lucky enough to have a mission amidst all of the winter magic, I feel like a child again. A child in an enormous, bewitching, dazzling shooting gallery. A snow globe of danger.
Last night the target was a rogue Santa Claus (ex-KGB; those guys are so bitter) in San Francisco’s Union Square during the Christmas Tree lighting ceremony. This year there’s an ice rink, so that was especially challenging, to not hit the skaters. But I did it. No collateral damage, no need for crowd control. My record remains intact.