Following my travels from yesterday, I flew from Houston to Dulles airport for a mid-day bris.
The timing worked out rather nicely and the bris went without a hitch.
Thank God, all wonderful and good.
Here is the location of the bris - a tucked away Chabad "house" (literally, a house), where there was plenty of room for guests of family and friends to sit through the ceremony and then to move to the basement for the celebratory meal!
I don't *always* explain every aspect of the bris. But in this case in particular, it was the right move, and a number of people told me afterwards that hearing the explanations makes the whole thing (a bris and all the trimmings, pardon the pun) make sense. Without an understanding of why we do this, it has the ability to be perceived as gobblygook.
I can put that on a business card. "The anti-gobblygook mohel!"