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To be a kid again for the holidays

Came across something I’ve not seen in five decades of living in the big city; two gingerbread houses drying on a NYC townhouse stoop.

Gingerbread houses in the UWS

Her: I love that you’re a quirky old curmudgeon.
Me: Thank…you…?

Was walking through the neighborhood the other day when I saw these two gingerbread houses drying outside of a townhouse.

These are people that believe in their neighbors.

Snapped a picture and walked away feeling a bit like what I imagine those that live in small towns feel like.

New York really does go all out for the holidays.

From little things…

…to much larger displays.

In some ways, I wish I could see the world as the kid sees it because it must be such a nice place for him, without all the baggage and horror of all I know.

Ah, to be a kid again for the holidays.

By the time you read this, I’ll be flying back from a quick trip to some sunny beach.

I’ll tell you all about it in a bit.

Right now, I’m pooped.

Oh, and I have news, but it’ll take me a bit to figure out how to tell it to you…

Location: Miami, meeting up with friends for dinner
Mood: relaxed(ish)
Music: I’m leaving home for the coastline, someplace under the sun (Spotify)
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