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Five strands of 100 count clear indoor/outdoor mini lights. Twenty-five white baloons. Nine glittering snowflakes. And a beer. In just fourteen hours or so I’ll pick up the first run of “A Family Holiday” CDs. A few hours later, the first of twelve performances will take the stage at The Delancey. It’s been a long…

‘Oh jeez,’ I thought. ‘Here come the trust falls.’ The air was warm and unmoving. The conference room was ringed with tables and executives, all of whom stood and partnered off as directed. “Take a good, hard look at one another,” the facilitator said, “And then turn around.” I studied my colleague, a one-time studio…

Chris sat in the deep cushioned lime green and silver armchair like a teenage king on an outsized thrown. He’d already tugged his brand-new official Chicago Bears #34 jersey over his brown-striped, long sleeve polo. Partnered with his knee-patched Toughskin, constituted an envied look by the adolescent court scattered about the living room. Sean Wells…

In the off season (that is, when we weren’t playing whiffle ball), Chris and I used to lock ourselves inside the garage with our neighbors, Sean and Dusty, and lip synch Billy Joel’s “Glass Houses” strumming tennis racket as if they were guitars. The irony, of course, is that there are no guitars on “Glass…

I’m hoping it’s fairly apparent to you what I’ve been up to all weekend. With the exception of a few good runs, a few bad movies (yes, we sat through “Hot Rod”), and a whole bunch of reading (Vanity Fair, New Yorker, New York Times, Rolling Stone and “The Looming Tower: Al-Queda And The Road…

Come Christmas time, my family typically wagers its best gift giving guesses. It’s a less presumptuous and more spontaneous approach, but has a tendency to backfire (like when I find brown leather slippers or plaid flannel boxer shorts under the tree). The Kellers, however, view gift giving a bit differently. The make lists. Less surprises?…