Brick Inn Bed and Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... holder. Everything was 50% off (winter season). I made it in time for the next tour, which I did not know was to be conducted on a trolley; actually a long metal wagon pulled by a jeep thing. I called "shotgun" since I was the only person solo on the tour and got to ride up in the jeep with our wonderful, nice, and knowledgeable tour guide, Pam.
What an amazing cavern! It was well-worth the price ...
The drive through Ohio this morning was miserable. It rained very hard several times limiting visibility. There was a very serious accident on Interstate 71 on the way to Columbus, It involved a car and a semi. The semi won and he was in the median. The Jaws Of Life was working on a passsenger in the car. That seemed to slow everyone down for ...
The wide and brown Mississippi River was the big event today ... though crossing it on the Beltway around St. Louis in 5 lanes of heavy traffic = a brief glimpse. Still it impressed me. Otherwise, even more impressive by virtue of their vastness, were the cornfields and, alternately, soybean fields that stretched on through southern Indiana and all across Illinois. A nice workman at one of the (sparkling clean) ...
Turns out St. Louis was going to be about 125 miles and when I got to 80 I was feeling pretty beat. Today's ride was different than any other days. It started out with 30 miles of flat riding and turned into 15 miles of steep ups and downs. The hills were difficult but I got through them and it flattened out for the rest of the day. It was about 90 degrees all day and very humid with a breeze in my face so ...
... panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like ...