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Chicago, That Marvelous Town

Hangin with the fam right now in the Windy City.

Sorry I have been lax in writing but my days are getting away with me.

We are gearing up for our own invented holiday - Vint Day.

My parents decided when we were young that they didn't want to put pressure on us for Christmases or Easters or Thanksgivings and so they invented Vint Day, Februrary 29th, once every four years, when all of us have to get together. We can miss birthdays and the anniversary but not Vint Day. It's like all of those things wrapped up in one.

I have been explaining this to people my entire life. Many find it quite cool. Others look confused. I think it's great.

The older I get and the more spread out we all are, Vint Day becomes truly what my parents envisioned. A time for us to just be together, even though we live miles apart.

And so, I will write again although I can't guarantee that it will be before the end of the festivities.

Be original. If I've learned anything from my parents, it's that.


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