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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... aspect was that it didn't seem like a wealthy town. I assume that the golf club members come here for the day and the high tail it back to their mansions.
We went to the golf course and I spoke to the security guard who was just inside the entry gates. He advised me very politely that I was trespassing and that I could take as many photo's as I liked as long as I was outside of the gates.
This meant that I got a great shot of the ...
... of appeal and a vibrant arts community. Not to mention if you are a horse person, it's a paradise, or a golfer for that matter as well.
Cathy and Arlen are our friends and neighbors from North Andover, MA and we go back about 36 years (wait, I'm not that old)...yeah right!! Also caught up with another friend from Hilton Head (the first couple we met when we moved there) Avery, and had a lovely lunch with her and Cathy. Thanks, Avery.
I had no idea ...
... the Bartram Country Club and Mark showed us some of the local area sights including the gates of the beautiful Augusta National Golf Club and downtown Augusta, which is pretty cool.
This trip was a bit of a blast from the past and confirmed we can no longer hang with the big dogs and function properly. Back to the comfortable role of grandparents as we head north to spend couple of days with our son Shawn and his beautiful family in New Bern, NC.
... Oreo cookies. The winning piglet also got Oreo’s.
Avett brothers headlined the first night and were off the hook! They played an upbeat set and exceeded my expectation (that were high anyway) in every regard.
Second night headliners were Old crow Medicine show. They were surrounded by even more hype from the locals than the Avett Bros, but they didn’t do anything for me as original ...
... silence. The notched gears of the world arrest. And the mechanic is dead. He is not with us.
Where is he?
As I took a seat, I caught my eyes asking this question as they scanned the cluttered, yet somehow empty stage. I felt faint ripples of shock at the reply, “He is not here.” He is not here, in the one place I expected him, illogically of course, but still, as we gather our circle, I realize he has slipped the noose. He has rolled away on the stone. He ...