BROTHERLY LOVE

I have a brother - the other Elisson - and I love him, but the post title refers to the salient characteristic of the city in which we now find ourselves. Philadelphia!

We got here late this afternoon after an excruciatingly long drive from the uppermost corner of Connecticut. Despite the dreary weather, it was scenic - at least, until we got to New York City. From there, it was all downhill. Traffic-wise, anyway. The New Jersey Turnpike, as it is wont to do on Erev Thanksgiving, moved at a snail’s pace.

I felt right at home.

It has been a busy week. We started it off Saturday in New York, roaming all the way from the spires of Murray Hill and Park Avenue to the far-flung boulevards of Brooklyn. Then, off to northwestern Connecticut, with side trips into New York and Massachusetts. Philly is the last stop on our itinerary before heading home Saturday evening.

There will be turkey. And dressing. And plenty of other Fine Comestibles. Elder Daughter has it in mind to bake a couple of pies... and perhaps a small pile of Mexican Chocolate Icebox Cookies. I won’t argue.

In a few moments, we will go out to complete our pre-Thanksgiving Food-Shoppage: SWMBO, the Mistress of Sarcasm, Elder Daughter, and I. Yes, we’re all together for the holiday... and for that, I am truly thankful.