The wife and I spent a long weekend in northern New Jersey visiting her mother and sister. We traveled on Saturday, driving through the wind and rain and listening on the radio as the Yankees thrashed the Red Sox. Exhausted, we ordered pizza from
Kinchley's Tavern.
On Sunday I went for a long run and watched the Yankees thrash the Sox again, while my wife and her family shopped along
Canal Street. Dinner was a delicious Jersey-style open faced steak sandwhich at
Smith Brothers.
Monday featured another long run through
Ho-Ho-Kus, followed by hot dogs at
Rutt's Hut, a New Jersey classic. That night I traveled into the Bronx and caught the Yankees live at the stadium. It was a rescheduled game, so I was able to get a terrific seat in Box 2:
Unfortunately, the Yankees dropped the game. Just the same, it was great to be there for the first time all year.
We arrived home Tuesday night exhausted, only to have a house fire break out across the street around 8:30! The firemen arrived quickly from lucky
Station 13, putting out the blaze before it spread beyond the kitchen. Our neighbors, who just moved in this summer, suffered quite a bit of smoke damage, and have a lot of work ahead of them.