Written by August Janklow Photography by Rosa May Prologue - 07:00 Hours - MORNING   Dear Friends,  Good Morning.  Can I fix you a cup of coffee? Can you fix me one?  If you check the Brutalist Calendar on the wall of the big bedroom we all sleep in together you’ll see it’s December 14th. A very big day for us Friends.  “Why isn’t that the date of our Christmas Spectacular at The George (Tavern)?” You ask, eyes big as dinner plates and almost as wet.  Why yes it is. Now walk

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