THE Holiday Tradition!

For the second time in as many years the coronavirus beat Santa down the chimney. The virus which causes Covid not waiting for Rudolf to light the night sky before arriving in Stamford. The lighting speed with which the omicron variant spread through our network of family and friends forcing Guy and I to cancel our holiday plans.


Like Ebenezer Scrooge discovering his fate through the indistinct visions of his time with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, Guy and I were left stunned by how quickly omicron made the Christmas gathering impossible.


The spiked protein leaving the gifts under the tree and the feast for another day.


The last minute change of plans allowing me to introduce my fiancéeic to a Jewish Christmas tradition.



No Rest for the Weary


Though I had promised myself two-weeks time-off to end the year, a last-minute offer of steak and paint was enough to get me out of my pajamas and on a plane To Chicago.



The Second City now known for more than just paint and steak!