This is downtown Fort Wayne on Thanksgiving Eve. The (yet unlit) light display on the side of the building is an historic event in town: Santa, his sleigh and reindeer. I won't get into the whole history, but I will say it goes way back. People flock to the area, streets are closed off... coney dogs are consumed from Fort Wayne's famous Coney Island... and most years, umbrellas are raised. This year was no exception. We found a secret hiding spot where we could watch the lighting from the dry, toasty warm confines of our car. Let the countdown begin!
5....4....3....2....1
We hosted an early evening Thanksgiving dinner. It was a true blessing to all be together, given the Cameron brothers' recent string of surgeries. They hauled out The Settlers of Catan game, and well,... it was game on. Jenny and I did not play -- notice her knitting on the table... lower left of photo. She knitted, I watched. We learned that The Settlers of Catan is a long, long, long game. (Notice the time... after midnight.) I think James finally claimed victory somewhere around 12:30am. Or, as I like to call it, "what-the-hell-are-we-still-doing-awake" o'clock.
We hosted an early evening Thanksgiving dinner. It was a true blessing to all be together, given the Cameron brothers' recent string of surgeries. They hauled out The Settlers of Catan game, and well,... it was game on. Jenny and I did not play -- notice her knitting on the table... lower left of photo. She knitted, I watched. We learned that The Settlers of Catan is a long, long, long game. (Notice the time... after midnight.) I think James finally claimed victory somewhere around 12:30am. Or, as I like to call it, "what-the-hell-are-we-still-doing-awake" o'clock.