Knox The Hatter
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My wife asked my niece just how big her grandmother's house was (maternal), since the buzz was that it was on a massive scale. She said, huge. Living in New Jersey, I've seen all kinds of huge houses, and frankly, the subject and the concept of huge houses bore me to tears. I figure, well, here's another holiday spent with people I've never met before... 
We drove the forty-five minutes into Monmouth County, and pulled up to the house. In all seriousness, I asked my niece, "Jesus, she lives in this office complex?"
I was confronted by what is a newly constructed house, ten thousand, six hundred square feet of it. 10,600 square feet! On six acres. It's on waterfront property, on three sides. There are celebrities who reportedly live in the area...in fact, Bruce Springsteen is reputed to have a 450 acre spread nearby. Price of construction? $2,000,000. As I'm taking off my ever present ballcap and laying it on my wife's purse on a bed in a guest bedroom, I'm saying to Mrs Knox: "Just when you thought you've seen it all..."
The house is as tastefully decorated as any you've seen in any homes magazine on the planet, and has every modern amenity known to man, including an entertainment room with a TV screen six feet wide...perfect to watch football on.
Thanksgiving dinner was sumptuous, in fact, the equal of any ever produced by my own family, far surpassing the dinners I've had with other people in my wife's family. The pre-meal goodies were fantastic...soups, hors d'ouevres, pastries. It really was very nice, in a venue that is completely unforgettable, if anything else.
And, through it all, despite it all, I would rather have been with my own family. As I sat in solitude, on a far end of the house that might've required transportation in a vehicle to get back to the dining room, I could hear them whooping it up on the other end of my cellphone, and I felt kind of glum. I couldn't get down to Florida...
We drove the forty-five minutes into Monmouth County, and pulled up to the house. In all seriousness, I asked my niece, "Jesus, she lives in this office complex?"
I was confronted by what is a newly constructed house, ten thousand, six hundred square feet of it. 10,600 square feet! On six acres. It's on waterfront property, on three sides. There are celebrities who reportedly live in the area...in fact, Bruce Springsteen is reputed to have a 450 acre spread nearby. Price of construction? $2,000,000. As I'm taking off my ever present ballcap and laying it on my wife's purse on a bed in a guest bedroom, I'm saying to Mrs Knox: "Just when you thought you've seen it all..."
The house is as tastefully decorated as any you've seen in any homes magazine on the planet, and has every modern amenity known to man, including an entertainment room with a TV screen six feet wide...perfect to watch football on.
Thanksgiving dinner was sumptuous, in fact, the equal of any ever produced by my own family, far surpassing the dinners I've had with other people in my wife's family. The pre-meal goodies were fantastic...soups, hors d'ouevres, pastries. It really was very nice, in a venue that is completely unforgettable, if anything else.
And, through it all, despite it all, I would rather have been with my own family. As I sat in solitude, on a far end of the house that might've required transportation in a vehicle to get back to the dining room, I could hear them whooping it up on the other end of my cellphone, and I felt kind of glum. I couldn't get down to Florida...
But I am wishing you Happy Holidays and all your wishes come true this year and that the New Year will be even better for you 
