Breakfast Tastes Better In Yiddish

Tuesday, July 1 – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
We wake to a large breakfast spread. Jeremy’s grandparents are amazing! Syd came close to death a few years ago, so at 89 he feels like he got a “bonus” on life and lives it well. He is loving and speaks in a falsetto. Bea is helpful in mapping our trip to New York and murmurs things in Yiddish while she over feeds me with fresh berries, cereal, and homemade rugelach (it’s a Jewish Danish).

George is considering meeting us in Connecticut to pick up another of his golf karts and join us for a ride.

What if ... ?

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