We are frequently amazed that we are raising two native Texans. I picture them going off to college and being nicknamed "Tex" immediately. That's cute, but not quite what we expected in life.
But there are some signs that there is a little New Yorker in Jamie yet. First of all, as we were driving from Newark airport to our hotel in Rutherford this weekend, he said, "New Jersey is beautiful! I love it! I want to live here!"
The notion that he has a certain fondness for the Tri-State area (just think what he would make of Yonkers!) was reinforced this morning. There is one store in town that makes what could legitimately be called a bagel. It has a certain authenticity, from the no-nonsense/cleaniness decor to the surly staff to the joyous fact that they make salt bagels. Jamie, to my great pride, tried one today and absolutely loved it. He nibbled away the outside of the entire bagel leaving only an irregular area from the middle without one single grain of salt left. Next, I'll try to get him some whitefish salad to put on there and we'll really know.
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