Quality Inn Aiken
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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 ...
... very proud of being their Godfather and has a wonderful and close relationship with both of the girls. Sierra is working as a biologist at Savannah River Project and sweet Cheyenne is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, which is driving Mark nuts! Bob and Patty have recently joined the retiree ranks, but sadly, both have lost their moms in the last few weeks and have not yet had a chance to relax and enjoy the new freedom.
... distinct regional cultures. It’s cool to see, and I think this is the reason I loved the south so much. The whole thing feels like you are cruising through a movie set, 50-100 years ago. I would highly recommend going to Papa Joe’s too for anyone visiting the States. They have it every May, this was it’s 5th year. The people, food, music and venue are fabulous – a true Southern experience! ...
... place where his body last touched the earth, a quiet and gritty T-intersection. But he is not here on the marked ground.
It is only the wind which comes to tell me this, not scolding or teasing, but gently. It comes to spin up the dust and glass and scattered stems of the wildflowers. Up. As my gaze wanders up. To the emptied vastness arcing away from me.
And my response is to go and live as he showed us to live. With generousity and tireless verve. With an unbounded ...