Holiday Letter 2025

Tall people have a common experience – often, when we step onto an elevator or are standing in line, a person next to us will look us over and ask the same question: “Sweet Lord – what dark circle of hell did you crawl out of and how can you continue to exist wallowing in your freakish misery?” Well, no, not really – what is actually asked is, “How tall are you?”, which is commonly followed by “Did you play basketball?”   There is apparently a substantial interest in my height, although like Sydney Sweeney I just have good jeans (albeit usually highwater ones). I’ve always found this to be culturally interesting because it seems to only apply to tall people – I’ve never heard anyone say, “How short are you?”, followed by “Did you ride horses?” or “Are you a natural blonde?”, followed by “Well, bless your heart…” Over the years, us tall people just sort of deal with the question and appreciate that it is simply an innocent acknowledgment of our god-like stature amongst the “...