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.
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.
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.
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)
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)
and H&H for bagels)
