OK, the holidays are over. Actually, they have been for a while: my recent sojourn to Houston was not a vacation. But the vacation that we did have was very very nice.
We did not go to the isle of Long. (Rather, we visited the island of Trinidad.)
But we have been to three of the elongated island’s four counties quite a lot over the past year! It gave the boy a chance to meet many of his cousins on all sides of his multidimensional family.
And it let me imagine life in the promised land! If only I had a job that would let us live in Queens or Nassau.
The above pictures are from a more temperate time, but the boy has been living in Boston, and cold weather does not phase him. But this block of not-quite-ice that blew in from somewhere (ah, the Island of Long) was quite confusing:
Note the damage from Hurricane Sandy in the background, most obvious behind him to the viewer’s left. There used to be a lot more trees. Of course, me being me, I think their disappearance (or loss of branches) is an improvement. Why would you want to live beneath a dark and depressing green canopy?
If anyone out there has fond or less-than-fond memories of trips-to/living-in/passing-through the Great Stretched Out Insular Territory, you know, the one south of Connecticut that goes from the Not-Island of Coney though the Counts’ Fiefdoms of Male and Female Monarchs all the way out to the Sub-Island of Shelter, I would be absolutely delighted to hear about it.