For Christmas this year, Uncle Charlie sent us a gift.
Not just any gift. A set of custom ceramic coasters, each one featuring a photo from this very blog. My face. My adventures. My legacy. Ready to protect our coffee table from condensation rings.
Uncle Charlie has always understood what matters. When we visited him in Boston, he took us around Oak Square like we were royalty. He bought Nicholas a brick with his name on it (I’m still waiting for mine). He sends us gifts every year, and every year they’re good. But this one? This one is permanent.
Every time someone sets a drink down in this house, they see me. As it should be.
These are the main coasters at Bear Falls Resort now, by the way. Not because the old ones broke. Because these are better.
Thank you, Uncle Charlie. You always did treat me right.