My Memories — Chapter 5
Trekkers I’ve Met

Reading Lyell Henry’s latest book, Trekking Across America (reviewed here), jogged my memory of my own trekker encounters and that led to this My Memories installment. I can’t be entirely certain that these two fellows would have been included in the subset of trekkers documented in Henry’s book even if they had made his 1930 cutoff, but I think there’s a pretty good chance.

Trekker number one was Eric Bendl whom a coworker and I passed on the way to visit a customer. With a website at WorldGuy.org, Eric was rolling a six-foot rubber globe from his home in Louisville, KY, to Pittsburgh, PA, to raise awareness of and money for diabetes, which had ended his mother’s life in 1987. He was about halfway there when we chatted with him by the side of US-22 near Sabina, OH. Photos and conversation from that day appeared in a short item in the Winter 2007 issue of American Road Magazine.

I encountered trekker number two barely a year later on the coast of California. After spending the night in Gold Beach, I pulled over as I was leaving town with thoughts of taking pictures of the beach. It was entirely too foggy for that but the stop let me meet Curan Wright. Curan had spent an uncomfortable night in the tiny park with a toothache he said was now subsiding. He told me he had just ridden his bicycle backward from Washington, DC, to raise awareness of HIV, homelessness, and the legalization of marijuana. He was HIV positive himself with plans to continue riding as long as he could.

I gave him a little money, wished him well, and departed, unsure of whether to believe his cross-country cycling story. I became a believer at the end of the day when I found support in some online videos. A video that I linked to from the trip journal for that day has gone missing, and I replaced it with a link to an AP video on YouTube that was made around the same time. That video is here, and a Flickr account for Curan that indicates he was still biking backward as late as July 2011 is here. I have found nothing more recent.

I think I was at least as surprised when I came upon Eric Bendl her second time as I was the first. It was nine years after that meeting in Ohio, and we were both a long way from our homes. I was driving Historic Route 66 in November 2016 when I spotted that giant globe on the old road east of Albuquerque, NM. Eric was already engaged in conversation with a local when I pulled over and after the three of us chatted for a while, the two of them headed off together. The local fellow left his car by the road with plans to return to it after walking with Eric for some distance. Eric had walked more than 6,000 miles since our first meeting and the WorldGuy.org website was very much still in operation.

Eric did a lot more walking and rolling after our last meeting. Sadly, his Facebook page reports his death from cancer on January 1, 2024. This guy was really something special.

Book Review
Trekking Across America
Lyell D. Henry Jr.

I’ve been anticipating this book for a few years now. Henry was probably well into his research for the book when he gave a presentation at the 2017 Lincoln Highway Association conference on trekkers who had incorporated all or part of the highway in their travels. The Lincoln Highway and other trails aimed at automobiles appeared in the latter half of the golden age of trekking, which Trekking Across America focuses on. Henry identifies this as roughly 1890 to 1930. Merriam-Webster defines a trek as “an arduous journey” and during that period just about any long-distance journey that did not involve the railroad was unquestionably arduous. I ordered the book as soon as I became aware of its publication but my own non-arduous travels and the winter holidays kept me from reading and reviewing it until now.

There are a couple of motorcycle-powered treks among those that Henry documents as well as a few powered by beasts of burden that include a bull, some goats, and a team of sled dogs from Alaska. But the vast majority were powered by the trekkers themselves and typically by just walking. “Pedestrian mania” was an actual thing in the latter part of the nineteenth century with all sorts of walking competitions and exhibitions taking place and being reported on by newspapers and magazines.

A fellow named Edward Weston is credited with getting the walking craze started by walking from Boston to Washington to satisfy a bet made on the wrong guy (Stephen Douglas) in the 1860 presidential election. Apparently, Weston decided that he really liked walking and was quite good at it. He proceeded to set records and win awards into his seventies. In some circles, the rampant pedestrianism of the time was referred to as Westonianism.

Henry is a longtime postcard collector and tells how he first discovered trekking through a misfiled postcard of two boys attempting to skate from New York to San Francisco in 1910. Trekking and postcard collecting make a very good match for each other. Weston financed some of his travels by selling photos of himself, and most of those who came after did something similar. Some postcards are just about the only evidence of treks that did not get very far. Others are the entry to sources such as newspaper reports that flesh out the trek.

Postcards are also a rather natural way to provide a visual connection with a trek’s story. Henry divides these stories into five chapters based — not all that rigidly — on the reason for the trek. Following a chapter’s introduction are several segments featuring one or two specific treks with at least one related image. Postcards often provide those images. These two or three page standalone segments allow “Trekking Across America” to be read in small doses if desired.

Individual males were hardly the only ones undertaking these long arduous journeys. Buddies, siblings, newlyweds, whole families, and even a few lone women appear on these pages. Incidentally, little evidence is presented here that a trekking honeymoon will lead to marital bliss. The rules for some of the contests and challenges were also interesting. Virtually every trek involved some sort of time limit but rules about clothing, starting with little or no money, and working en route were also common. After the turn of the century, gimmicks such as the aforementioned skating or rolling a hoop might be involved. One fellow fiddled every step of the way as he walked from New York to Los Angeles and on to San Francisco.

Trekkers were certainly a diverse lot and even included some handicapped individuals such as a man with one leg, a man with one arm, and another with no arms. All three remind us of unpleasant facts about the past. The leg was lost by a four-year-old playing in a train yard. That possibly could happen today but it’s not very likely. The three arms were all lost in factory accidents. The worker who lost his left arm was nine. Both arms were lost by a worker just four years older, thirteen. The Child Labor provisions of the Fair Labor Standards Act might have prevented both of those but it did not come along until 1938.

When I first opened Trekking Across America and scanned the table of contents, I noticed that the epilogue carried the title “When Highways Were Stages”. Although it seems really silly now, I connected that with the divisions or stages of a route followed by stagecoaches. On reaching the epilogue, it instantly became apparent that Henry was referring to Shakespearean stages and not Wells Fargo stages and it added a layer of insight for some aspects of the stories I had just read. The earliest trekkers, such as Edward Weston, were respected and celebrated. That changed when baseball overtook walking as the nation’s number-one spectator sport and suffered even more as the twentieth century overtook the nineteenth. Whereas most, if not all, of the prizes pursued by the first generation of professional pedestrians were legitimate, this became less and less the case. Evidence of this is in the frequent changes in prize amounts, completion deadlines, and other rules claimed by trekkers as they traveled.

But even as confidence in cover stories fell and the trekkers became sometimes viewed as freeloaders, they were still welcomed to towns along their routes, their postcards. were purchased, and their lectures attended. Because, Henry believes, they were a break from the routine and they were entertaining. In Trekking Across America, they still are.

Trekking Across America: An Up-Close Look at a Once-Popular Pastime, Lyell D. Henry Jr., University Of Iowa Press (October 30, 2024), 6 x 9 inches, 278 pages, ISBN 978-1609389796
Available through Amazon.

Remembering Peter

Peter Yarrow died this week and the news brought back some memories that he is a part of. Peter’s main claim to fame was his time with Peter, Paul, and Mary whom I saw twice. I also saw Mary Travers in a solo performance once. Of course, the bulk of my memories come from listening to the trio on the radio and on vinyl.

Both occasions when I saw them in concert contained some personally memorable moments. The first was in 1966 during my second year of college.

A friend of mine was a major Peter, Paul, and Mary fan, and a friend of his even more so. The friend of a friend was from Charleston, WV, where PPM had a concert scheduled. He arranged for tickets and the three of us set off on a weekend trip in my Renault 4CV. Somewhere east of Cincinnati — but not very far east — a rear axle broke. The details are foggy but we somehow got the Renault towed to a garage and got ourselves back to Cincy where we rented a car. Actually, the friend of a friend rented the car since he was the only one of us over 21.

We made it to the concert and (probably through some contacts with the local folk music community) found ourselves backstage at its conclusion. I don’t believe we actually met either Peter or Paul but merely caught a glimpse of them as they headed to a car and a ride to their hotel. For some reason, Mary’s ride to the hotel that night would be in the passenger seat of the box truck that hauled their equipment. While the truck, which Mary called her “10-ton limo”, was loaded, she casually chatted with the small group of fans surrounding her. When the “limo” was ready, she bid us farewell and climbed up into the cab.

The second memory comes from a concert at Cincinnati’s Music Hall. This was probably sometime around 1980. A co-worker’s wife had a job that somehow enabled her to get front-row seats. This was during a period when I tried taking photos at concerts so I had my camera with telephoto lens with me in row number one. This was all above board and before the music started, either Peter or Paul reiterated that photos were fine as long as flash wasn’t used.

Things were going smoothly until someone several seats to my left took a few pictures with flash firing. A policeman standing on the floor at stage left responded by walking out and stopping in front of me. It was pretty obvious that I had a camera and he blamed me for the flashes. I will never know what punishment he had in mind because at that instant the music stopped.

The performers knew who was and was not to blame and stopped performing to intervene. Paul walked to the edge of the stage and called to the officer to clear me. All I remember saying is, “I think Paul wants to talk to you.” Finding himself the center of attention in a suddenly quiet concert hall, the policeman never turned to the stage or acknowledged anyone on it but simply returned to his original spot in the shadows.

Sadly, I’ve not found any photos from that night and can’t even remember if I had any that were worthwhile. I do recall that the local paper reported on the concert the next day and mentioned the incident. They referred to the person confronted as a photographer which was a first for me and I still think it’s kind of funny..

Yeah, I know that my interactions with one of the greatest vocal groups of the 1960s and ’70s are pretty trivial and involve Peter even less than the other members of the trio. Please forgive me for using his passing as an opportunity to share them. By the way, it turned out that the Renault’s axle wasn’t really broken and the shop where it was towed was able to press on a new bearing and make me mobile for a reasonable charge.

Movie Review
Porcelain War
Brendan Bellomo and Slava Leontyev

I have never seen a movie quite like this before. It is classified as a documentary, and it documents a war that is going on at this very minute. As I took my seat in the empty theater, I found myself thinking of the newsreels that were still sometimes shown in front of feature films when I was a kid. Those thoughts weren’t entirely off base even though the upcoming scenes were shot a couple of years ago. Those scenes are not staged. The people in them are not actors. But Porcelain War is a whole lot more than a newsreel. Yes, it shows us near-current events but it also shows us people — artistic, talented, and determined people.

The three stars of the movie are identified as “participants”. One, Slava Leontyev, is also identified as a co-director. Another, Andrey Stefanov, is the movie’s primary cinematographer, a task he undertook for the first time. The third, Anya Stasenko, is also the movie’s Associate Producer. All three are artists who chose to remain in Ukraine to make art as a form of resistance to the 2022 Russian Invasion in addition to more conventional forms of resistance.

The porcelain of the title refers to the small ceramic sculptures that husband and wife Slava and Anya produce. Slava creates the plain white figures that Anya paints. There are scenes of creative sculpting and painting, and there are scenes where the figures serve as decoration or as a member of the cast. There are scenes where the little pieces of art are literally the only bright spot in a screen filled with the devastation of war. They are ever-present reminders of the fight against the destruction of a culture by destroying its art.

The two co-directors’ first in-person meeting was at the film’s premier at the Sundance Film Festival. Their separation by distance and language makes the results of their collaboration even more impressive. Andrey’s “training” by Bellomo’s stateside team had the same issues but also overcame them with quite obvious success.

Two other teams made major contributions to the movie. One is Poland’s BluBlu Studios which created 7,000 hand-drawn frames to animate some of Anya’s artwork in one of the most seamless blendings of media I’ve ever seen. The second is the band DakhaBrakha whose music seems to fit perfectly. The band does not appear in the body of the film but can be seen performing behind the end credits.

It looks like tomorrow (Jan 9) is the last day Mariemont Theater is showing Porcelain War. I know that the recent snow might make that a tough trip even if you are attracted to the movie. That’s a bummer but the movie is worth braving some snow if you’re close enough or watching for showings elsewhere and on other dates if you’re not.

2024 in the Rear View

The year in numbers with 2023 values in parentheses:

  • 7 (7) = Road trips reported
  • 68 (81) = Blog posts
  • 72 (47) = Days on the road
  • 2,491 (2,029) = Pictures posted — 671 (866) in the blog and 1,820 (1,163) in road trips

Last year I wrote that everything went up except interest. This year even that increased with more visits to both the blog and the trip journals than in 2023. I made the same number of trips as last year but spent over three weeks more on them. That is undoubtedly why road trip pictures are up and probably why blog posts and pictures are down. There were just eight reviews published in 2024 compared to sixteen in 2023, and that is a big part of the difference. The number one post on both the blog and non-blog lists is a repeat of last year. In fact, both lists have four of last year’s entries returning this year. Could that be a sign of website maturity? Stagnation? Irrelevance?

Top Blog Posts:

  1. Twenty Mile’s Last Stand
    This is the second consecutive first place for this post. That makes a total of five times in first and ten times in the top five. Clearly, this post about a nineteenth-century stagecoach stop destined for destruction by developers continues to attract attention.
  2. Review: Route 66 Navigation
    “Product Review — Route 66 Navigation — by Touch Media” was posted in February of 2023 and it accumulated enough visits by year’s end to rank fourth. In 2023, the Twenty Mile’s Last Stand post became the first ever to see more visits than the blog’s home page, and this year the Route 66 Navigation review joins it in outperforming the home page. I was rather impressed with the reviewed product, and hope this post has sent a customer or two its way.
  3. My Wheels – Chapter 1 1960 J. C. Higgins Flightliner
    Since it was published in 2013, this post has appeared in the top five every year except one. In 2022, it was sixth.
  4. Review: Every Christmas Story Ever Told
    Last year I made something of a big deal of the fact that a play review (A Christmas Carol) earned a spot in the top five with only a couple of weeks to draw readers. A year previous, the review of another annual Cincinnati theatrical offering in nearly identical circumstances wasn’t even close. But in 2023, that review of Every Christmas Story Ever Told missed the list by just one position and this year moves from sixth to fourth.
  5. Scoring the Dixie
    After a second-place finish last year, this post about tracking drives on the Dixie Highway slips but hangs on for its eighth top-five appearance. As I have noted several times, I know that some visits are for the wrong (i.e., Dixie bashing) reasons but I hope that all visitors leave with the realization that the Dixie Highway was an important part of American transportation history.

Top Non-Blog Posts:

  1. Sixty-Six: E2E & F2F
    This 2012 end-to-end and friend-to-friend drive of Historic Route 66 appears in the top five list for the eighth time and tops it for the fourth time.
  2. Lincoln Highway Conference 2011
    This trip moves from third to second for its fourth top-five appearance. It includes a full-length drive of US-36 before reaching the Lincoln Highway.
  3. Lincoln Highway West
    This 2009 trip swaps positions with the 2011 LH conference trip this year but stays in the top five for a fifth time.
  4. Kids & Coast
    Helping to make the 2024 list resemble the 2023 list, this west coast trip takes the number four slot for the third time in a row.
  5. JHA Conference 2024
    The two most recent top-five lists have included the Christmas Escape Run from the previous year. I’m sure at least part of the reason is that those posts each had a full year to accumulate hits. This year, despite its twelve-month existence, the 2023 version of that trip was edged out of the list by the 2024 Jefferson Highway Association Conference trip that took place just eight months ago in April.

All three of the main traffic measurements were up this year. Overall site visits grew from 95,651 to 164,460, blog visits rose from 4,366 to 5,236, and page views went from 651,826 to 815,886. I don’t think the increases are something to get excited about but they are encouraging or at least not discouraging, and I’m pretty happy with that.


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Trip Peek #144
Trip #165
JHA 2022 Conference

This picture is from my Jefferson Highway Association 2022 Conference trip. As mentioned in the previous Trip Peek, COVID-19 had put in-person conferences on hold for a couple of years. The JHA came out of the hold with this conference in Pittsburg, KS. When I drove the full length of the Jefferson Highway in 2018, I followed what I considered the primary alignment through Missouri. There was an alternate alignment on the Kansas side of the border and I welcomed the chance to drive that on this trip. The conference included presentations, museum visits, sign dedications, and, as the photo shows, a performance of a slightly modified “How You Gonna Keep ‘Em Down on the Farm” by Loring Miller while JHA President Roger Bell tries — and fails — to keep a straight face. I managed visits to the National World War I Museum and John Brown Memorial Park on the way to the conference, then stopped at Boots Court, Gay Parita, and Uranus Fudge Factory on the way home with an overnight at Rockwood Motor Court in Springfield, MO.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.

You Never Even Called Me by My Name

The photo at right was taken at the very beginning of the longest night of 2024. It was supposed to show the sun setting over the Ohio River but the sun is doing its thing behind a wall of clouds. Winter Solstice is about eleven hours and thirty-eight minutes away. Sunrise is fourteen hours and twenty-three minutes away.

In four of the last five Decembers, I have published a solstice-related post. Three were versions of A Cosmic Reason for the Season which was first published in 2019. It basically tries to explain how modern-day Christmas had its beginning in celebrations of the Winter Solstice and how the two have become quite disconnected over the centuries. Last year’s Don’t Christmas My Yule post came from my realization that not everyone considers Yule to be synonymous with Christmas and that many celebrate a Yule that is just as tightly tied to the solstice as it ever was.

Those posts, along with a few others, talk about how holidays like Christmas, Easter, and Groundhog Day (Candlemas) have become so out of synch with nature that most see no connection at all. If that sort of thing interests you, I suggest reading them and I doubly suggest reading an article I’ve cited in them: The Winter Solstice and the Origins of Christmas

This article is being published during the gap between Solstice and Christmas and looks at a question I’ve had about the latter for some time. I guess the question had never bothered me enough to look for an answer because, when I did, I immediately found an article that used the question I was asking as its title and answered it quite nicely. The question — and article — is: Why is Christmas a Federal Holiday?

As I said, the article answers the question quite nicely and I won’t repeat it all here. The extremely short version is that it was declared a holiday by date rather than by name and that seems to be the primary reason it has survived First Amendment-based challenges. Some weight has also been given to the fact that three other clearly secular holidays were established at the same time. The pertinent text of the 1870 bill is: “The first day of January, commonly called New Year’s Day, the fourth day of July, the twenty-fifth day of December, commonly called Christmas, and any day appointed or recommended by the President of the United States as a day of public fast or thanksgiving shall be holidays…” The full bill is here.

Note that the bill tied three of the holidays to days of the month with no mention of days of the week and no consideration for solar or lunar positions. Thanksgiving was not tied to anything at all. It had been celebrated since the days of George Washington but its date was set by proclamation and varied considerably. Lincoln moved to tie it to the last Thursday of November with an 1863 proclamation but for some reason, the 1870 bill did not put that into law. Nonetheless, Lincoln’s proclamation held until Franklin Roosevelt tried moving the holiday to lengthen the 1939 “25th of December” shopping season. Not everyone went along and in 1941 the legislature finally stepped in to nail Thanksgiving to the fourth Thursday of November.

I felt somewhat chagrined when I read that 1870 holiday bill. For several years I have made a conscious effort to refer to that big mid-summer holiday as Independence Day instead of the — I thought — more informal 4th of July. I stand corrected and henceforth will try to remember to wish everyone a Happy 4th of July and a Merry 25th of December.

My Old Kentucky Hotels

For the first time in decades, I saw an advertisement for a Black Friday special I could use. When the Brown Hotel in Louisville, KY, offered discounted rates and free parking for bookings during the post-Thanksgiving window, it became the clinching member in a trio of historic hotels in Kentucky that fill the days between Winter Solstice and Christmas Day. The first day consisted of driving across most of Kentucky to take a picture of clouds but it is posted.

This entry lets blog-only subscribers know about the trip and provides a place for comments. The journal is here.

Solstice Glow at Krohn

I admitted attending Krohn Conservatory‘s holiday display last year partly because of the word “yule” in the name “Golden Days of Yule”. I’m back again this year largely because of the name. It was almost unavoidable since “Solstice Glow” was near the top of the list of hits in my annual search for solstice-related events. I went on Wednesday when temperatures were in the 20s and an overnight dusting of snow left no doubt that winter was here and made the warmth inside the giant greenhouse much appreciated.

The giant poinsettia tree that has become a regular winter feature at Krohn is once again front and center near the entrance. The tree appeared, as planned, on December 6 more than a month after the November 2 opening of “Solstice Glow” and is scheduled to remain two days beyond the January 5 closing. I intentionally delayed my visit to not miss the tree.

At the heart of Kron’s holiday show are the models of area landmarks made from natural materials. A new model is constructed each year to be added to the display. This year that new model is of the CVG Airport complete with airplanes and a pair of abbreviated runways.

Last year’s addition was the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. The year before that, the eight-foot-long Music Hall was added and Findlay Market was new in 2021.

Bridges and railroads have played an important role in Cincinnati’s history and the Krohn holiday display recognizes both with model trains traveling over replicas of automobile bridges. Of course, the 1866 Roebling Bridge predates automobiles but that is its role today. The Daniel Carter Beard Bridge opened in 1976 but is partially closed today due to a November 1 fire over which arson charges have been filed.

All of those model buildings, bridges, and trains are the work of Applied Imagination of Alexandria, KY. Today the company is responsible for similar displays in many cities but started the whole concept here at Krohn in 1991. In 2012, station KET created a video profile of this remarkable company which can be accessed from the company website or directly here.


I have made much of my attendance at this event being prompted by the words “yule” and “solstice” in its name. I came dangerously close to making way too much of that and making a big mistake. I’m guessing we have all seen click-bait, stir-the-pot posts of the form “X is really upset by Y” with little or no evidence that X is even aware of Y, let alone upset by it. When Krohn Conservatory announced the title of this year’s winter event, I thought I saw some posts bemoaning the presence of the word “solstice” and the absence of the word “Christmas”. I even thought addressing that would be a major part of this post. Fortunately, I took another look.

As one commenter observed, there were “…more people complaining about people  complaining than actual people complaining.” In all honesty, I found no one complaining. Just some people defending something that was not attacked. I believe what I initially took as a complaint about the name was intended as a many-year belated complaint about a pricing change. I guess that I, like several news sources, had somehow decided this was the Krohn Conservatory Christmas display. It is possible that once upon a time, that was its official name, but of all the online references using the word Christmas that I found, not one came from the conservatory. 

I believe the official titles of Krohn Conservatory’s holiday displays over the last dozen years were: 
2024 – Solstice Glow
2023 – Golden Days of Yule
2022 – Celestial Holiday
2021 – Trains and Traditions
2020 – A Very Merry Garden Holiday
2019 – A Zinzinnati Holiday
2018 – A Crystal Holiday
2017 – Cincinnati Choo Choo
2016 – Whimsical Wonderland
2015 – The Poinsettia Express
2014 – Magic and Mistletoe
2013 – A Cincinnati Scenic Railway

Discovering Ansel Adams at the Cincinnati Art Museum

I post a lot of pictures on the internet, and occasionally, someone will say something nice about one of them. Any photo of mine that is worthy of a compliment is invariably the result of me accidentally being in the right place at the right time. Just like Ansel Adams — except for the “accidentally” part. The remarkable landscape photos that Adams became famous for were almost always the result of significant study to determine just what the right spot and right time were and usually some significant effort in getting there. The Discovering Ansel Adams exhibit contains plenty of those famous landscapes along with many of his lesser-known works.

The exhibit begins with items from the not-yet-famous part of his life. In addition to family snapshots and letters, one display contains a compass and some light meters used in the complementary “getting there” and “getting the shot” aspects of Adams’ work. The leftmost picture on the wall is the earliest landscape photo by Adams in the exhibit and probably the only one that is fairly well known with the word “inadvertently” in a description from Adams himself. Taken on his very first visit to Yosemite with his parents, the photo and description are here.

Black and white photos from large format cameras are most commonly associated with Adams and those make up the bulk of the exhibit. Many, but not all, are of various national parks. A couple of photos are accompanied by display cases holding backlit negatives and associated laboratory notes.

To support his fine art tendencies, Adams did a fair amount of commercial work including some in color. He even took pictures of people now and then and sometimes used small handheld cameras instead of bulky tripod-supported boxes. Sometimes, he even took pictures for his own enjoyment. Several things we don’t normally associate with Ansel Adams are associated with this photo of Georgia O’Keeffe and Orville Cox, described here, that shows the same crisp detail seen in his large-format people-less landscape work.

Copies of several of the books that Adams authored or contributed to are available to leaf through as part of the exhibit. I spent some time in one of those padded chairs reading bits from The Camera. The exhibit runs through January 19, 2025.


I also took in CAMaraderie: Artists of the Cincinnati Art Museum while I was at the museum. This impressive exhibit is comprised of numerous works of art from members of the museum staff. It runs through January 5, 2025.