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When my parents lived in Princeton, we went to the Patriots Crossing Tavern and walked along the banks there & talked about going on Christmas Day -- I don't think we ever actually made it though. I'll drink a hot toddy in your honor for bearing witness (and sharing it with the rest of us).

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I do like the Princeton area! I made the mistake of visiting during family week once, and I think visiting is all I'll ever do.

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Sounds fun.

Reminds me of a night shortly after I and a college acquaintance both separately moved to NYC. We decided to meet for "a pint" at Max Fish on the Lower East Side. Noticing the bartender's accent, we asked we're she was from.

She said Germany, but neither of us were the type of guys to let it go at that. Eventually, it came out that she hailed from Hesse. Had we heard of it?

We had, and for at least twenty solid minutes we must have driven that poor Fraulein crazy talking about the Battle of Trenton, Valley Forge, and other mercenaries in the Revolution...that may have led to a tangent about the Escadrille Lafayette in WWI. It DEFINITELY led to a rant about the Tet Offensive (inspired by the BOT).

Gute Zeiten...😂

Happy New Year to you and Sarah!

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That reminds me of a George Carlin skit where he pretended to be a comic in colonial America. "Where the hell is Hessia?"

Sometimes bartenders really earn their keep!

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