Finally on the plane, a Middle Eastern baby cried the entire flight and then vomited. The cabin became infused with the scent of parmesan cheese with a hint of mint and parsley, not exactly Christmas-y.

Babies should be stowed neatly in the overhead compartments or in cargo. If not, they should be given a sedative injection during pre-boarding, maybe something called Infantiphine. It's only fair, and I'm sure it would save a lot of grief for the parents as well.

Anyway, I went from one of the most culturally diverse places to one of the whitest places in America, New Hampshire, to visit the in-laws. Most people don't realize that a small portion of New Hampshire actually borders the ocean, and they do have large beaches. So here are some pics from the short trip to prove it.

I imposed the 3-Day Rule, so I had a fantastic time. Rob is the masterful photographer.

This is Portsmouth, NH, one of my favorite small towns in the country. Cute, progressive, cool, hip, fun, charming. I would move here if it weren't so cold.

This is William Whipple's home. He signed the Declaration of Independence, and subsequently asked people not to squeeze the Charmin.

I have black eyes and can't see.