Sunday, we slept late at the hovel. We crossed town to Nancy & Joel's to meet up with family. So, who was there? God help me if I forget anyone or misspell their name, but here goes: Joel, Nancy, Marissa, Stefi, Ali, Sam, Eric, Yael, Joseph, (Gilda and the rest of her family were in Florida, visiting Bess and Ina), Michael, Carol, Jonathan, Marjorie, Josie, Andy, Neal, David, Vivie, Michael, his girlfriend, Shannon, Pearl, Steve. And, as a special guest, Karen Wise from Atlanta fresh from her own simha. The table overflowed with two kinds of lox, a big fat whitefish, picked herring, whitefish salad, cream cheese, chive cheese, vegetable tofu cheese, bagels, kugels, cheesecake, coffee cake, and, for the non-Jews...fruit, a green Jello mold, and an angel food cake. It was a warm good time. Nancy, you outdid yourself. We were stuffed. We were bloated. Everything was delicious. You have to give us the recipes.

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At the end of the day, Joel, who could no longer contain his guilt and shame for the sin of hoarding, overcome with fraternal and familial love, devotion, and generosity, gave me one of his bottles of '93 Cheval Blanc. I am not sure on what occasion I shall open it. An event marked by joy and meat. When that will be, I cannot say, but with a wine like this, you have fifty years to decide. But I can't wait that long! Maybe tonight with pizza over the final episode of The Sopranos?

No, it is not to be. The train was an hour and ten minutes late in arriving. I'll miss the final episode tonight. Amtrak sleeps with the fishes. They will feel the Wrath of Farklempt. Maybe tomorrow night.