I took Nicholas to the Hiller Museum of Aviation and surprised him with stories of Santa Claus. Here he waits for the helicopter to land:
The helicopter lands and he is super excited … Not about Santa but about the wind from the rotors …
And here comes Santa and like Breznhev at the May 1st parade Nicholas waves …
And I ask: do you want to see Santa or planes?
And he’s like: Planes dude … Because I can fly a plane …
Or fly myself
Or use this really cool screen – dad failed to explain it but it’s cooler than Santa
The only thing better than a great thanksgiving meal is leftovers…
After a wonderful meal – a bike ride was in order. A bike ride I hadn’t gone in years …
Began with the turkey trot with Sirma:
That ended with us smiling with our medals:
Followed up with some football in the back yard
And on television:
And concluded with a great meal headlined with turkey
many side dishes
And great friends
A kids table
And concluded with dessert
And finished with a 1999 bottle of Canava Roussos Vinsanto
A wonderful day of fun and joy with much to be thankful for ….
My uncle is a winemaker in Santorini and makes some great sweet wines. His best is Vinsanto. For thanksgiving we had a bottle of his 1999 wine.
Awesome stuffing being prepped with no burned fingers:
One of the iconic images in film is of the astronauts walking in full gear in a hallway.
This image has been used and abused in so many different films that it has become iconic. This is the image of Real Men who walk with swagger into the unknown and danger.
And so here is the image again:
This amazing dog finds an extreme sporting team and decides to follow them home. Let’s be clear, he decides to finish an extreme sports race because he’s decided these humans are the ones he wants to follow. And he amazingly finishing the race with the team. Apparently the story goes that for one leg the organizers told the team to drop him because it wasn’t safe to take the dog, and the dog would have none of that …
If ever there was a Right Stuff image that deserved a dog, this is it…
What started as a child in a back pack I had to carry everywhere has now become a great beast of burden:
And a formidable sous-chef:
My uncle was a fun guy who would eat and drink and be merry. He was a captain of trading ships and an owner of hotels and a fun dude.
His choice of drink was whiskey… And after a meal like this a nice bit of whiskey reminds me of him and the times we spent together…