We had a couple of road trips this month. First we met with some friends on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. First time I had seen the awesomeness:
It was strange to compare nature’s amazing creation with man’s creation a few blocks away. Several blocks of tourist trap spectacles, like wax museums and haunted maze houses. After a few minutes of wondering about the neon coated jungle listening to streetside talking mummies, we escaped back to nature’s creation, much more impressive:
Our host was the area’s head Jewish Rabbi, an amazing guy who knows a bit about everything and can do just about anything. Including cook. Helen picked up a few tips:
The north escarpment of Lake Erie has a mild climate, good for growing fruits, so we toured a few wineries. Here the daughter of one of our friends is explaining to me how wine is made (it had something to do with horses and dancing):
And here their other daughter is serving me up a freshly baked cake made from chocolate butter and M&Ms (those without imagination will claim it looks more like wet Canadian dirt):
Last weekend we went to NH to celebrate Helen’s Mom’s birthday. We met up with Noah (here practicing for one of many upcoming concerts at Bolder) and Aya, doing some acrobatic French braiding of Casey’s hair (a college friend she brought along from RISID):
A charcoal Casey did of Aya:
There were lots of Russian friends, and that led to lots of Russian music, which led to lots of dancing, although I’m not sure this was Russian:
We brought Vira, a family friend who was visiting from Moscow, back to Syracuse for a few days. Inspired by the jeans blankets that Judy Adams made Nick/Zach when they were little, Helen and Vira attacked some worn out jeans to give them a 2nd life:
In this last picture you witness Helen with 2 of the neurology residents studying a palm reading book:
I admire their willingness to keep an open mind about alternate medical diagnostic procedures, but come on, palm reading?? Astrology was next. It was a close call for Western Medicine, but fortunately before they got subsumed, a nearby IBM engineer eventually talked some sense into them. One of them, anyway.
Bruce