My favorite kind of eatery is one where I get both protein and spiritual fulfillment.
Jeff’s Gourmet Sausage in LA is a longtime favorite, and with Aaron settling in on the West Side, I’m looking forward to more regular visits.
Everything is Glatt Kosher and amazing, but my personal favorites are the Italian beef sausage, the Polish, and the Spicy Chicken Apple.
Exercising the democratic privilege of the sovereign franchise for his first time just a week after his eighteenth birthday, Aaron manages to make an American experience even more so by rushing straight from his baseball game to the polling place.
I could be neither more proud nor more grateful.
A 36-pack of Maruchan instant ramen, a huge can of Mountain House freeze-dried beef cubes, and a bowl of fruit.
This is what happens when you raise your kid on camping: eventually, camping food becomes the go-t0 cuisine.
Sunny dropped us at the beach at Sycamore Canyon around 9am. It was a later start than we would normally like, but as it turns out it was a good thing we were rested.
The twelve mile uphill hike wasn’t particularly strenuous, except for a portion where we gained about 600 feet in a mile, and that was only a challenge because it was after 8 miles and 2:40 of steady walking up slope without rest. What is more, Aaron keeps up a steady 3mph pace with a full day pack, so it was a bit more than a leisurely stroll up Sycamore Canyon.
In theory the last four miles should have been an easy downhill stroll to the 101, but fatigue was starting to set in, and even the kid was audibly relieved when our stopping point hive into view as we crossed the freeway.
By the end we had taken a bit over 4 hours to walk the 12 miles, but we had crossed the Santa Monica Mountains, burned 2,000 extra calories, and started our training program for the big prize: the John Muir Trail.
There will be Kosher Rice Krispies treats!
Just in time for Chanukah!
Heading out camping with school, he enjoys a last home-cooked meal: eggs and turkey bacon with vegan cheese on a bagel. He’s dancing with contentment.
After Aaron’s Eagle Board of Review. Two troops of scouts, his troop and our affiliated troop of young ladies, were there to encourage him. Just incredible.
What a contrast: the kid’s first day in uniform ten years ago, and then last month right before his Eagle Scout Board of Review.
There are 29 merit badges on his sash, his National Jamboree neckerchief on his collar, and his Order of the Arrow Brotherhood sash on his belt. I am one proud dad.
He’s being goofy to try and hide his emotions on visiting Yosemite for the first time.
…feels like purple and gold mylar streamers.
For the record, I am not planning to wait another 46 years before watching the Lakers play again.