I said it before I could stop myself. It was 1988 and I looked around the Christmas dinner table and saw the happy, contented smiles of my wife, my mother-in-law (age 67), father-in-law (age 75), and my mom (age 69), and let the ripple of their interesting conversations flow over me. The candles flickered, the Christmas tree lights gleamed, the wine flowed, and I thought “Why does this moment only happen once a year?” And then, before I had thought out what I was doing, I said, “Why don’t the five of us go to Europe together in the spring? We will rent a car and hit the best towns, have a chance to eat great food, visit cathedrals, see some museums, and live la dolce vita without any pressure.” The seniors thought about my proposal
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