Traditional gift-giving family event seemingly derailed this year. Schedules collided as aunts and uncles couldn’t get it together for the annual celebration. Grandma was the glue. So. Cousins mounted their own coup. A new Colitti Christmas holiday legacy. The next generation. Well done!
Dysfunctional family candle stays true.
76th & Park. Missy’s Apartment. Father’s Day. U.S. Open. 1982.
Still just as crazy. Just not as cute.
President Barack Obama. A lovely man of honor and integrity. A mensch. A role model for young people everywhere. Global peacemaker. Gifted orator. Honest leader. Invested father. Courteous gentleman. Funny, too. As you say farewell tonight, know that we will miss you.
Hope you continue your work with “My Brother’s Keeper Foundation.” Hope you will take any calls from President Trump. He’ll need your counsel. Hope you’ll weigh in on important global and domestic issues in your spirited yet fair way. Hope you’ll succeed in redistricting efforts. Hope you’ll retain your audacity of hope.
Okay. Promise in the New Year not to wax poetic so much. About living in New York City. Again. Finally. Central Park. I get it. Enough about loving it here.
But. This beautiful Christmas Day on Oak Bridge will always be at the top of my bliss list.
‘Twas the night before Christmas. Family yuletide cheer. And the first night of Hannukah. Despite dysfunctional family candle. Cashews rule.
Newburg on patty shells replaced with butter pasta but lobster still. In the City. Recipe here.
Seattle Slew was a champion. So is mAdBen. Year two celebrating a birthday in the Pacific Northwest. WhereisBen.today. Ogilvy Account Director and bi-coastal bon vivant. Happy 27! It’s a very good number.