Because you just can’t get this any place else . . .
Bradley buys a new TV, brings it to his mad scientist lair, and I get my first ever cell phone because the Super killed our landline . . .
Class of ’65 fine dining event; this month at Fat Daddy’s . . .
“Annie” at the Andria. The Super gives it a big thumbs up. We unwittingly arrived a half hour early so strolled a bit on Broadway . . .
Let’s drive out to the winery . . .
[At the winery with Paul Drinkwine . . . ]
[The Super getting her “Missing U at . . . ” photos . . . ]
[‘Tis the season!]
A song of the season . . .
[So let’s be jolly!]
[The sun sinks, to be seen again on the following morning.]
[The old wagon has a certain presents at this time of year.]
[Because the Super likes mooses – one without flash, one with, to be donated to the “Save the Mooses Fund.” The moose, incidentally, is the one on the left.]
[The Super’s flag pole adorned with a seasonal flag, soon to be changed.]
[Enough outdoor decorating for this year.]
But it’s only a Super Moon . . .
[When an afternoon at the winery just isn’t enough . . . ]
[Because it’s time for the Cheese Bots at the Garden Bar on 6th . . . ]
[And a good time was had by all!]
The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. ~ Dylan Thomas
Up Next: I think there’s some games and stuff . . .