Courtyard by Marriott Baltimore Hunt Valley
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... about 8pm. Tedious. We took two or three hour shifts, with the non-driving one taking naps in the back bench seat. Checked in to the Residence Inn (Marriot) in Cryistal City, five minutes from the airport and also close to the old homefront in Arlington, just off Glebe Road.
Picked up eldest son Lawrence (29) and new fiancÚ Sasha, who flew in Thursday morning from Miami. Had the buffet breakfast at the ...
... extraordinary but controversial person who was fired by president Truman in 1953. He then toured the country and was honored with a tickertape parade in New York City as well as other places. He even came through Jayne's hometown of Zion, Illinois, on his way from Chicago to Milwaukee. Jayne, then 8 years old, clearly remembers waving to him as he was driven through town.
Our restaurant choice that evening was 'One Fish, Two ...
... the rainbow bridge and quickly through immigration. The car in the next row got the go over by the siffer dog. Down Route 190 to Rochester then Route 15 all the way to Maryland.
Lunch in Wayland NY. The Family Restaurant was closed and the Pizza shop is only open evenings so we ended at the Main Moon Chinese Restaurant. We had Lunch specials Marie had Chicken and Cashews, Gab had beef and ...
... another go. Chris let me live in his basement for free knowing that I was completely broke, and in more ways than monetarily. Of all the people I've known during the course of my life, Chris is one of the single most genuine. He is a person with a truly golden heart. Don't get me wrong, he can be incredibly crass sometimes, not to mention annoying to the point of absolute lunacy. And I mean pure, unadulterated lunacy. The kind that is impossible ...
... into muffled darkness, shackled and blind from neglect. The only way to let a soul fly free is to scrape away those years of physical burdens spread thickly in rotting crusted layers upon its exterior. Once the walls crack open and everything crumbles to dust, all that is left is you. Who is a person if not his things? That is a valid question. Since I'm preparing to embark upon a great personal journey, it seems an appropriate time for ...