Holiday Inn Express Hanover
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Had an interesting trip to Gettysburg. After scoping out the local campground we made our way into the town center to see where things were located. We parked on the street next to a shop called Subterranean Soul. Its a shop selling various clothing, vinyl records, and various trinkets.
The owner was present and he reflected his past travels and people he knew who had a bus. He attended Woodstock which made for some interesting stories. ...
... about by being in the area or were told about by fellow travelers. The ones we did not see were the ones that we were not able to see because of the government shutdown, or we were not in the right place at the right time, or we simply changed our minds and thought we did not want to go there. So, we found ourselves looking for things to do. All in all, it was a ...
... to ensure that the loan was repaid. She was happy in New York and OK with the arranged marriage, citing that it is done all the time in the South. Interestingly the plantation that received the loan - run by the lady's mother - was severely damaged during the war, unable to restart with out slaves who left, but eventual turned into share crop land occupied by some of the slaves looking for work.
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... the ground rushing up at us, but other than the first few seconds, there was never very much sense of moving either up or down. The whole process is so smooth that there is little sense of actual movement.
The ride itself was great. I doubt we could have had more beautiful weather, and in the early morning, the wildlife is active. We saw deer and two bald eagles (or one bald eagle two different times). Animals, by the way, do ...
During those youthful years, I wore baggy pants, bobbed my head to rap music and Rythem and Blues, and I explored the world of girls. By this time, I was in 8th grade. I was shy, had little self confidence, and raging hormones. My high top fade, or slanted fade and my temporary afro was gone because now I sported corn rolls. I hung out with a white boy, who we will call Randy, that eventually became my friend all the way through high school. Randy lived straight down the street from ...