For the past few years, we’ve been in Massachusetts on Labor Day, enjoying the local tradition of getting together with other families for some group-made fish chowder.
This year, we’re in Brooklyn, continuing to deal with the damage that Irene did to our basement. I can’t say it’s my favorite way to spend a holiday, but the good news is, the end is in sight. And I’ve never been so grateful for municipal trash services in my life… New York’s Strongest, indeed.
Wishing everyone a restful holiday.