Staybridge Suites Guelph
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... pack, grabbed his work bag, and was out the door. "He's gone!" said BJ. AJ and BJ looked at each other. "This isn't what is supposed to happen," said AJ "What do we do?" asked BJ, little tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. "He has left us behind in Canada and we will never see Aury and Emeline again!" "That is not going to happen," said AJ. "Come on, he has to go in the elevator and then he waits for his friends in the hotel lobby. We have time!" AJ grabbed BJ ...
... it brought back memories!
It even had a catch to release the rollers so that anything caught in it that shouldn't have been (like the user's long hair ... these were sexist times, remember!), could be freed. No Isadora Duncan misadventures, it seems!
There was also the usual old Print Shop ... with a flatbed press, hand operated ... as well as the usual collection of old buildings, most ...
... wants to put Marg in the Nursing Home section which would kill Marg. She loves her cat Faith to much and would go kicking and screaming. Marg wouldn't give up her independent living. I am so glad Mum had us three girls to be there for her and do everything it is difficult for Linda being so far away in Florida even though she rings nearly every day. We were about to go to Willy and Peter's unit across the hall when Marg's sister Florence and her ...
... br> biotic to see if it might be a chest infection of some sort. As it turned out it later seemed to work.
Staying at an expensive Econolodge just outside Duluth (N46 48.927 W92 10.565) we drove to the harbour on Lake Superior, parked in an underground car park and walked to the nearby Tall Ships Festival. There were a handful of classic sailing ships but the only genuinely old one was the “Sorlandet”, from Norway and claiming to be the oldest square rigger ...
... After the orientation and organization procedure is over for the Summer Camp Counselors, I am moving my luggage and belongings into my new room, which is only two doors down from where I last lived, four years ago. As soon as I am opening the door I am taken and stunned by the intensity of the old, acquainted smell and I am suddenly 16 years old again, coming to this big new country and staying here by myself, missing home and family from the moment my mums ...