One of my happiest memories is the time I was invited to a girlfriend's family's seder. This was in New York city, in the shadow of the George Washington Bridge (that's the northern tip of Manhattan Island, in what's now Spanish Harlem, I believe. They've lived there a long time.) The holiday was simultaneously informal, moving, and delicious. May we all have such a good holiday this year (whichever one(s) you choose). Your meshugana shicksa, Mary