Eastlake Inn Bed and Breakfast
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... to where I started. The ferry had a 2 HP electric motor to pull it back and forth. We took lots of pictures. Then we were off to Bo's Hollow. Mom Lynn and son Mark seem to run the place. They have a "30's Gas station and a little village with a Barber shop, Post office, Telegraph office, General store, Jail and Smoke House that sold beef jerky. We took a tour of the property and shop were they restore Model A's. Right now Dave is working on restoring a Vicky. ...
Today we started our road trip as all do- late. We headed towards Saint Louis around 8aM. Since it was a 7 hour drive I had looked up tons of fun "Roadside America" stops which Jordan then went through and chose the ones he also wanted to see. We went and saw a mural of Ronald Reagan and a giant pink elephant wearing sunglasses in Cookeville and an airplane wing sundial in Hermitage before stopping in Metropolis, ...
Well, after a flight from Tokyo to Chicago, then Chicago to Saint Louis we are safely home landing 4 minutes before we took off. Gotta love the International Date Line. Flights were totally uneventful. The generally hateful hell that is O'Hare was even pleasantly blunted by the installation of a bunch of ATM-like machines that helped speed the reentry process.
Good to be home and see Maureen ...
... Midway airport. Two nights later we were in St. Louis for baseball and conversations with very friendly mid-Westerners ... oh, we did manage to catch a Mariners game in Seattle too.
Back in Chicago I broached the idea of seeing a Cubs game from one of the rooftops beyond Wrigley Field. For around $70 you get a seat and all you can eat and drink. It's a different way to do a game and I thought Elenka and Lynn would welcome ...
... I was metby a long, confusing line of security and another mad dash through the airport to find the train which took me to my plane.
On the train, I grew uncomfortable under the stared of a girl across from me. SHe would not relent as she looked at me and I wondered why. Was there something on my face? Had I messed up my hair in the twelve hours since boarding my flight in ...