Oakwood at Symphony Place
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... family-owned, loyally-followed, with simple yet fantastic food. Now I'm reflecting on their place in the community. My first paycheck came from Amigos; in high school, a third of my friends worked at one of the these three. Walking in to each and seeing a new crop of high schoolers helped me wonder just how many first paychecks over the past 30 years ...
... both painted by Georgia O'Keefe. The interesting thing about them is they are not made up of typical O'Keefe motif. (Sorry about that rhyme. Couldn't be helped.) These two are not made up of Southwestern themes and muted colors. Quite the opposite.
Oriental Poppies is an intense burst of vivid orange, filling the large canvas with two blooms. Oak ...
... largest nesting area of passenger pigeons with 136,000,000 pigeons nesting there. That's a lot of pigeons over 850 square miles!!! Of special interest is that the last known passenger pigeon died at the Cincinnati zoo in 1914. Some of this terrain reminded Dick and I of northern Michigan. Just the beginning of seeing all the different landscapes this country has to offer! We also crossed the Mississippi River which I really didn't realize that we would. So, got the ...
... 44592;대가 마음을 설레게 한다.
We will be leaving to Chicago tomorrow morning. We will be Couchsurfing at Chris’ place and take plane to Korea on Monday morning. The trip that we waited for is finally starting. I am little nervous and scared but mostly very excited.
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... when there was a rumble of thunder. No one seemed phased by it but me. Fear started creeping up my spine. I put my trust in the park and my husband that all was ok. A couple more flights up and 25 more people backing us up, another rumble of thunder and my gut and mother's instinct started kicking in. Step by step up made me want to grab my children and run back down. How stupid are we soaked in water, standing in puddles ...