My father, Amos Sommers, would have been ninety nine today. He died in April of 2015 after a long bout with Alzheimers. He was a very successful man and a very tough man. "How the hell can you make a living selling art and antiques?" he would ask me.
Great question, pops. Like anything else, you survive as best as you can. It's up and down.
He became more tender as he aged.
They had a wonderful marriage.
I miss him. He was absent near the beginning but always there for me in the end.
We went down to Jasmine. It was very good, shumai and duck and shrimp and scallops and all sorts of good things.
She said no pictures so you get this.
Happy birthday, dad.
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Leslie and I decided to blow off the traditional thanksgiving and have dim sum instead.
Like an early Christmas.
To the left was a wonderful pork belly with a crispy chicharrone type top.
I put some of the leftover pork in my scrambled eggs this morning. Delicious.
Tonight we make the traditional bird and stuffing, still thankful.
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We did Friendsgiving on Friday. I couldn’t do ll of it, but i did the turkey, stuffing and organizing. 2 families have been joining us for 20 something years- except for The Covid lockdown. Lat year I was in the hospital for it, so it was really good yesterday for me
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