"He's never missed a seder. He's 88 years old and he's never missed a seder."
Funnily enough, things change. My aunt pointed out to me earlier today that if/when I move to Israel in July, I'll miss yet another Thanksgiving. That makes three in a row. As depressing as it is, it becomes somewhat normal.
A 26-person seder has dwindled to 24...and then 23...and then 21. When the grandparents don't come, is it still a seder? We won't get matzoh brei in the morning (woe is me...). The debauchery is outrageous already, and it's only 4 o'clock in Colorado. True Farber family style.
(DAN: my dad's drink is DELICIOUS.)
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"It was to be a picnic on a gigantic scale."
Title and description liberally borrowed from Mark Twain's The Innocents Abroad.
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