Ramada Newburgh/West Point
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Probably a few years before CIA meant Central Intelligence Agency it meant Culinary Institute of America. When I was a kid we had family on my father's side who lived in the Hudson Valley not too far from Hyde Park. I began liking to cook already at a pretty young age and was fascinated by the big building we passed on Route 9 north of Poughkeepsie that I was told was a college for chefs.
Hyde Park really isn’t that far from where I mostly grew up ...
... and Christina were home. Unfortunately, the rest were in class. I arrived at Marist at 10:40am and was leaving by 10:52am, Mom read in the car while i visited with Amber and Christina. I didn't get to see everyone but nevertheless, I was extremely excited to catch up with them quickly before they left for class. We watched videos and saw pictures of what they had ...
... respite at the GrilleStone Bar and Grill. Excellent service, ambiance and food at a fair price. Mike, with a cool tat of retro "Wayfarer" eyeglass frames on his forearm, was a hoot.
7:00 pm- Harrisburg, PA. We've had enough; 359 miles in scorching heat. Mostly highway today, but did see beautiful country in Round Valley Reservoir, Clinton Township New ...
... by tall grass, but someone had weed whacked the grass immediately around it and posted a small flag on either side of the headstone (not marker). It wanted to stop to see who was buried in such an odd place. But, then I considered the traffic and lack of pull-off space and decided I did not want to join that person so I kept riding. I spent a lot of time on the I-87 today and even from the interstate, New York is beautiful. I went through the toll booths today with my new EZ ...
... to me, “What’s this?”
“It’s your left side,” I say, rather flippantly.
Barbara just looks at me. She’s used to me. She might not like it, but she’s used to me.
I take a closer look at the little black spot that she indicates, and, at first, it looks to me like a small, black mole. But there’s something a little off. I get a flashlight and a magnifying ...