Wisconsin wine cellar with garden squash and onions
We’re not incapacitated. We just spent a few days in hiding. It was my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. My sister threw a party. She invited us; we came. We didn’t tell anyone else we’d be there. For two days, we hid in my sister’s house (on a beautiful Wisconsin lake during prime-time autumn), and in the middle of my parents’ party, we sauntered down the stairs to surprise everyone in the room. We’ve since had a week of jet lag, Swiss cheese, good wine, kusheri and kayaking, German sausage and Punkin Ale (oh my, how I miss seasonal beer). Tomorrow we fly back to Asia. Stay tuned for reports from Wisconsin beneath a harvest moon.