Around the turn of the century, Jekyll Island was a hunting club for the richest men in modern history to hang around inventing the Federal Reserve or arranging the first transcontinental telephone call. Here they are throwing a party for Andrew Carnegie. So we decided to have coffee and sit around like disaffected billionaires.
Obviously we went back to the beach for Christmas, to see the wildlife. Then we came home for Claymation Christmas, And Toshia's bubbling-hot Blackberry Cobbler.
Simon is the brother I tell you about whose e-mails always describe some ridiculously awesome job he just got. He couldn't leave his current job for more than a day or two, so Christmas is at his place this year, so we get to do the job too.