Like Christmas, Valentines and Mother’s Day, it’s a matter of time before End-Of-The-World day will be a huge commercial event. Hallmark will make a killing off of apology cards and pubs will have more business than St. Paddy’s and New Year’s combined. Well, that’s my feeble prediction anyway.
I’m beginning to appreciate these “end of the World” announcements – they force you to do things that you might have otherwise put off for the weekend. Not that I believed the world was actually coming to an end but in wake of Sandy Hook, the time seemed fitting to do something special with the kids – on a school night. If they were too tired to get up in the morning, I would’ve said to heck with it – let’s play hookey.
As it was, both boys were absolutely NOT going to miss school on Friday. Samu’s class was making gingerbread houses and Zuki’s class was having a party. Nothing like the promise of sugar and a party to motivate kids to come to school.
But I wanted to take them to see the famed rows of houses decked with outrageous Christmas lights in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. It’s a trek – about one hour on the subway. Then it’s a walk. Six “avenue” blocks, which is equivalent to a little over a mile. There is a bus that goes there, but it was taking forever to show up. We waited and got tired of reading the neon menu of the Chinese restaurant across the street, “Steak and Donuts!”, we decided to walk.
It worked out because the side street houses were also decked out in lights. Samu, a.k.a. Mr. Christmas, was thrilled. At one point, he said “I’m so excited, I can’t take it anymore!” As for the adults, we checked out the houses themselves, which looked as if they were designed for Tony Montana, and wondered aloud – “What do these people do for a living?”
After we were done with the lights, we took a bus over to Sheepshead Bay and finally visited the “Longbow Pub and Pantry” to check out their Fish n’ Chips. It was voted among the Top 10 in New York and if I wasn’t enjoying their draft beers so much, I might have had a chance to take a picture of it before Zuki inhaled it.
And speaking of pictures, I had “planned” to take a lot. But it’s not easy when you have an overexcited troll with a hungry and grumpy old man (that would be Zuki). He’s becoming a bottomless pit, I tell you. He only had an egg salad sandwich and two slices of Papa John’s pizza before we left…