Super 8 - Covington
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After a very pleasant ride on the very comfortable train... oh wait. There were 8 people in their 60s on the train with us. They talked for the entire 8 hour ride. I'm not kidding. They talked for 8 hours. Most of it was the same conversation over and over again. "Look a cornfield", "Yep, they sure do grow corn here." The funniest bit was near the end of the ride and the train had to reverse for a bit "I hope ...
... with Eric Clapton being a headline act, the crowds would be huge. Given that Brad is not exactly a fan and I'm not into masses of humanity, we decided to pass. Having said that, it would be a fantastic, week long, festival event for another date.
We head off for Tallahassee in the morning after swapping Black Betty for something else... Probably a Prius or a similarly practical mode of transport... Tallahassee is a stop over on our way down to Miami, Florida.
... them relegated to a bunch of strangers, seeking bargains, and not seeking the stories? Who were these women and why do they not have these clothes ? Who by Katrina and who by Cancer? And what will I do with a the lovely clothes still in my closet? Dear God, will they also be bargain shmattas for uncaring strangers? Why am I here in New Orleans without you?!! Please, Ruthi, come back to me! How can I not cry? Laissez les bon temps ...
Dustin surprised me with eggs and rice for breakfast! It was a great treat, since we've been downing slimfast and croissants the past week.
We took the streetcar and walked around everywhere, exploring the city by foot.
We hit the Historical Confederate Museum. It was really cool to see old uniforms, mess kits and memorabilia. We learned about tincture pictures and the Native soldiers (Creole LA citizens that took ...
... Can you meet me at Room 39 Mission Farms at 6:15? Oh; and what is your first name?” That was inelegant to be sure but all I had was an unidentified telephone number. A social error was on the horizon.
Ninety minutes later: “I will meet you there. Marilee.” That is the doctor’s name. Cool.
Were it not for the big white van plowing into me as I was on the way to Room 39, we would have met for that drink.
As I sat in my car with my ...