It was to be the event of our lives -- dinner at the Philadelphia Cricket Club. We had ascended the staircase of life and Martha had agreed to come along. What better way to start than to have poached eggs chocolate croissant and muesli with honey and without flash at Small World. It seemed to make Benjamin very happy.

We knew things were ok at home when we noticed that Sarah and Lily had decided to try to kill the television before we left.

After negotiating I-95 and the Pennsylvania Turnpike (thank you E-Z Pass), we were happy when Martha agreed to call Joe and Amy and see if their kitchen was viewable. This amused Suzanne who then engaged in a long discussion of old times with Martha before Bill emerged hoping to be incognito but he got engaged in the conversation as the topic of gin and tonic's came up and was really engaged with efforts to make this conventional camera work while I recorded the beautiful setting in their back yard and even took this self portrait Blair Witch style.

But, of course, this was all a prelude to the trip down the road to the Philadelphia Cricket Club, Founded 1854 which spread out before us much to the amusement of Suzanne and Martha as I snapped the tennis courts and Bill showed us where the Bar Mitzvah might occur as dinner was served but not to us, since we were relegated to the bar where Suzanne and Martha continued the conversation and Bill seemed ready to have at my wine before we were seated.

At the table, Martha Suzanne and Bill studied the menu as I recorded the people at the next table before Bill took my picture and the tennis courts emptied.

Our waitress, Tess took this family portrait as the bread was served and Bill displayed his toes that were in great need of a pedicure because we are all aging too much to be able to handle such things.

My gazpacho was good as was the vichyoisse and Suzanne's salad that served as a prelude to the salmon steak and pasta sans flash that filled us up so that only the under-50 person at the table was willing to try this dessert at meal's end.

After capturing the trophies the summer camp posters the club hoi polloi and the brick emblem we were ready to head back to reality, such as it is. But, we were happy to have demystified the Cricket Club, once and for all.

To celebrate, once back in Princeton, I recorded Mike Jennings of the German department, Jim Boon of Anthropology and Stuart Schwartz of electrical engineering in the days that followed.