When my extended family gets together there is enough wine on hand to serve an emperor's banquet (and only the good stuff, please). My brother brought this from his town in Massachusetts. Although it lacks an E, it was refreshing but failed to get me on my feet.
Every Fourth of July my sister and brother-in-law in New Jersey throw a massive backyard barbecue party - cheeseburgers, hot dogs, steak, chicken, cold macaroni salad, green salad, fresh Jersey corn, watermelon...it seems endless. An indispensable element is her Fourth of July flag cake. Yum yum yum.
Home later today.
My sister has a big house in the New Jersey suburbs of New York. For years and years, we would all get together at her house over the Fourth of July holiday, and before that at the home of our father who lived in the same town. The tradition was disrupted by Covid and grandchildren but we made the effort to get back this year.
We turned out pretty well. All prosperous. All on our first marriages. Four undergraduate degrees and assorted graduate degrees. Three out of four bad spines. Seen a lot of the world. From left to right, John, Suzanne, Mary Beth and your humble blogger. I hope we can keep it up.
Home this afternoon and then no more airplanes until Saturday.
