Our Tribe. On Bear Hill, Central Park

This family tradition is in its sixth year. Such wonderful memories, of NYC bloggers of the First Golden Era, readers, friends, their boyfriends and lovers, and there's my husband, the Baad Lamb standing in the back in the white tank top and black cap. Can you spot the other QNY contributors? (And my apologies for not announcing this in advance and inviting ya'll. It was rather last minute. Next time.)

Bear Hill, Central Park, Last Saturday, 4 QNY Bloggers,

and my empty chair.