I haven’t had a chance to post too much about this, but my parents were in Princeton last week and we had a chance to roam around, do some shopping and eat quite possibly the best dinner that was ever eaten by the likes of us. My wife and I are still reluctant to buy mushrooms in the supermarket because of the truth that they can never compare to what we ate Saturday night.

A quite wonderful time and Princeton looked lovely. My thoughts travelled a thousand different places that night, thinking of each place Christmas seems to find me in. I thought of all the people I had spent Christmas with and I miss them all, a longing that is a testament to our memories rather than some dissatisfaction with the present. In fact, I am as a happy as a Little Neck Oyster, a dozen of them on the half shell that made up our appetizer that night.

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