A couple of days ago I made arrangements for my son and I to fly to Iceland on New Year's Day to spend a week tramping around the country. I've never been there - and it will be his first trip out of the country - so we're both pretty jazzed. One of my fondest memories is the two of us lying on the roof of our old house in Barre watching a fairly decent (by Vermont standards) display of the northern lights. We figure with a week in Iceland - and remarkably long nights - we have a great chance to see an amazing display. More important, I'm so looking forward to spending time with him.
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