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Starting the day by getting up at 3:30am. This may be normal for Mary but this is way too early for this old guy. Flight is on time so far to Dallas. Meeting the Z's in Dallas. They too had a really early morning. I thought vacations were set up to allow one to catch up on sleep. Well doesn't matter since we are on our way to ...
It seems like 100 years ago now, but shortly after both
Stuart & Sylvia and Craig & Mandy-Jane bought their Harleys a pleasant
dinner was being enjoyed. Possibly a couple of glasses had been consumed, and
it is likely that one or two of Stuart’s normal jokes had been aired. “Why
don’t we ride our Harley’s coast to coast?” someone said. "What a fine idea" came
the reply. And ...
... turns boys to men; we’ve come out with 7 extra hairs on our chest a piece. It was safe to say we were on our way (AA rhyme scheme). First stop: Washington DC. Cruising down the I95 at a steady pace, we all agreed the Robin VAN Persie was starting to omit a smell reminiscent of Gunpowder, Treason & Plot. We all bounced ideas off of each other as to what it could be. Patch was more than confused.com, naively checking the battery signal for ...
... the wool after the sheep were shorn and spin it into thread. The thread would be dyed and woven into fabric.
Prier to the revolution spinning was a time-consuming domestic chore and it was rarely done. It was easier to buy the cloth but as it was unavailable during the war they had to make their own. It would take 12 spinners of wool to keep the weaver busy at the loom, and 100 spinners of cotton to keep him busy. ...
... the gold-plated torch, which appeared to actually be on fire. We were listening to a common radio frequency when we heard someone with a heavy New York accent state "hey, there's a jet circling the Lady". With a chuckle, I explained that it was just Sean and I in our propeller-powered Long-EZ.
We continued on South, climbing once we were clear of the constrained airspace surrounding NYC.
I pointed out Atlantic City to Sean ...