My parents (Connie and Lee) recently spent a frigid week in an Ichetucknee River cabin. They arrived for record-setting cold and the cabin pipes froze and thawed with the moon and sun. We paddled the river and saw a fat and friendly beaver. We didn't see the fabled swamp donkey, but there were deer and hawks and osprey aplenty. We also celebrated my mother's birthday in a very Hanukkahesque fashion with goose, caramelized apples, potato croquettes and cheese cake. My mother insists that we are not really Jewish, but I'm not so sure.
