Blazing menorahs
On Friday, still trying to shake off ten days in Indianapolis in a dark and dry hotel suite, we woke to the bayou and to friends – lots of them, stopping by to meet Tin. And by afternoon we had decided, it being the last night of Hanukkah that we needed to celebrate so whoever passed our way we told them to come in and light the menorah with us and oh what a Happy Hanukkah indeed it was – the story of Hanukkah is the story of a miracle and Tin is no less than a miracle to us.
