Party for Shirl

This was a real nice (kosher) clambake,
We're mighty glad we came.
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same.
Our hearts are warm,
Our bellies are full,
And we are feeling prime.
This was a real nice clambake,
And we all had a real good time!

It was really nice to be in Youngstown with all of my siblings to wish Shirl a non-birthday. The jokes were as bad as usual, but the arrangements went amazingly smoothly, given the personnel involved. Booker managed to make all the arrangements and - incredibly - keep them secret from everyone but the FIA (Flo's Intelligence Agency). Even though all of the airports on the continent were in turmoil from last week's snowstorm, we managed to fly in from all points of the compass with only a few delays and one cancelled flight. Shirl was truly surprised, or faked it beautifully, and no one wrecked a rental car or lost luggage.

It was sad that Aunt Dorothy was not there, of course. If someone has an update, please post it. It was also frustrating, as usual, that there was not time enough to get the news from everybody, which is particularly hard on me because when I got back to Massachusetts, Sara wanted to know all of the news about everybody, and I was way short on the crucial details. I hope that we can find a way to get there for Pesach, or for Shirl's actual birthday, but we'll have to see...