Just came back from a weekend spent down in Pennsylvania, celebrating my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. For the first time in a while, all of us were in one place (with the exception of Shana and Gwen, up living in Boston and weren’t able to make it down…and by the way, Gwen is looking for a job. She’s particularly skilled at baking, if anyone knows of anything.)
My folks got a small room at a local place called the William Penn Inn, a restaurant so fancy that there was a harpist outside the room. I’m sure we drove him nuts because my father and I kept singing along anytime he played show tunes.
My pregnant sister and my pregnant wife have an established greeting wherein, instead of shaking hands, they bump bellies.
Ah well. Off to atone. Hope God doesn’t strike me down for entering my BLOG on Yom Kippur. That would kind of suck.
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