Last week Wyatt's school was shut down for a couple days for conferences, so we hit the Museum of Natural History in NYC. We didn't get a shot of the squid and the whale -- light a bit too low -- though we did fire off some pics during the day.
This week back in school Wyatt and his classmates were each asked what they were thankful for. Wyatt: "Chicken at the Museum of Natural History." I was relatedly thankful that they served beer in the cafe.
Every good trip begins with a bike ride across the Princeton yard.
Always make sure to lock up your ride so an undergrad
doesn't swipe it. Not every Tiger can be trusted.
Then comes the Dinky, a festive three-minute ride to Princeton
Junction and the trains to NYC.
Attentive on the Dinky
Strangely enough, we have no pictures of the delicious
chicken shapes from the cafe, but we do have a number of pics
of dinsosaurs, which probably tasted like chicken.
Do you ever have that feeling of something looking
over your shoulder?
Dos Skulls (for our bilingual audience)
My family tree
Our duckbilled friends were this long
That NYC Light
The circle of meat
Post-museum (before stopping at Zabar's for salmon
and H&H for bagels)
