On Christmas Eve, like the wandering pilgrims of old, Sam and I journeyed across the George Washington Bridge for the quickest Christmas homecoming commute of my life. I was sorry to not see my own family (a sorrow much tempered by their coming up to see me the next day), but must say I was incredibly excited about not having to fly around Christmas for the first time since moving to New York. Instead of dealing with airport delays and trying to pack Christmas gifts without any liquids, I was able to finish my work day in a leisurely fashion and head out in the afternoon in time for Turkish food for Christmas Eve dinner and a lovely candlelight carol service at my mother-in-law's church.
Christmas itself was marked by the making of banana fritters, a Christmas morning tradition in my family that I thought it was important to pass on. Then there was the usual hubbub of opening gifts and eating roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (my sister-in-law's Welsh blood led to a traditional British Christmas meal). My contribution, as always, was pie.
|Sam being indoctrinated into the order of banana fritter makers.|
|A selection of family members in New Jersey.|
|Me outside the Frick, looking cold, and possibly blinking.|
|A rare shot with my dad in it. Here we were in front of the Theater for a New Audience, a very nice building.|
|View of the Freedom Tower while standing in a sea of umbrellas waiting to get into the 9/11 Memorial.|
|I should mention that all the above photos are credited to my dad (well except the one with him in it, obviously). This one, however, was taken on my phone.|