My brother and I will bring the twins to select my parents’ Christmas tree next week. It’s a holiday tradition that goes back to an impromptu trip to Bob’s Tree Farm when I was home from college in the mid-90’s. Somehow, we’ve managed to preserve this rare moment of brotherly bonding, as we wind along the curving roads of Galway in the dark of an almost-winter night. The holidays, at their best, bring out the better sides of brotherhood, and this is one ritual to which I always look forward.
This blog is littered with little recaps and references to our previous tree-seeking trips and the dinners that often follow. One day I’ll do a comprehensive list of links to that; for now, let these scattered highlighted portions offer a few portals to the past.
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