A family Black Friday tradition
Early on Black Friday morning, my family embarks on our annual pilgrimage to the woods, not the malls. Dressed in our oldest cold-weather clothes and boots, we wedge ourselves into the car with our kids, our dog, my parents, and an occasional girlfriend or boyfriend. Carols pour out of the radio as we meander through Washtenaw County’s back roads in search of the Perfect Tree.
Hats? Check. Gloves? Check. Hot chocolate? Muffins? Saw? Check. Check. Check.