November 12, 2009

This past weekend, my darling wife was away at a conference in Boston, so on Sunday I did what has become a tradition with me and the boys when she is traveling: We took the train to New York. (Why do we do this when Anna is away? I don’t know. She likes to go to New York too. Heaven knows it would be easier to manage the young terrorists. But somehow, this is what we do.) As it happened, my friend Aaron, who lives in Stamford, was also home with his two boys while his wife was at a conference in Vegas (baby!). So we gathered our clans and hit the town. We pretty much looked like a gay couple that adopted only Swedish orphans:

Pizza on the train after a long day in NYC


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