History of The Scallion, Part 3

Well, crap. I kind of thought I'd have completed the history of The Scallion by now, given that it's almost time for a new edition. But alas, I have not. So let's see how many Scallions I can get through today.

We're up to the 2001. Fudge. (Or as Ralphie would say, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge." Only not that.) It's not even The Scallion yet! I have a long way to go. Let's dive in.

2001, the year of the "I'm not writing a holiday letter" holiday letter. It was a tricky year. We were in New York City three days before 9/11—drove right by the towers, in fact, gleaming at sunset—and were supposed to leave Philadelphia on 9/11. So that has to be in the letter somehow, but really, I'm going to be the one to ruin Christmas with my downer of a holiday letter? I think not.

I think I ended up with a pretty good letter (and at this point, it's still my letter—Vic is not helping yet), and I really feel like I was starting to find a Scallion voice.

What do you think?

2001 Holiday Letter