
As it is, I seldom have much reason to go to Brooklyn, and certainly not Flatbush, in particular, but I found myself there two consecutive days, attending three different gatherings. Not totally relatedly, my sister came in for just about the same exact amount of time - from Wednesday evening through Thursday night. On Wednesday evening, my sister and I met up with our second cousin and her three daughters (all six of us are pictured below to the right). What makes them singular is that they are a frum family and while that isn't anything peculiar, them being related to us is, as we have just about no frum family members. So we ate dinner together and it was the first time my sister had met them and it was a pleasant time (and good food). Immediately following that, we

Anyways, the following day, my sister and I went to my schoolmate's, Yonah Berman, grandmother's house for a Thanksgiving repast along with his family, which was interesting, and the food was good and the people hospitable.
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