Can we fit in there
Trip Start Oct 20, 2012
61Trip End Jul 11, 2013
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We made it back to the old Knoll homestead in Brookmont, a small community of about 200 homes perched above the C&O Canal and the Potomac River, about 5 minutes from the White House as the crow flies and yet very isolated from the urban insanity. Sister Teri and the professor, Mike, have raised their three children in the same house that we grew up in, but now it's hard to believe that eight of us even fit in here. We would have to eat dinner in two shifts because the kitchen table only sat six, so we were constantly remanded to "shut up and eat " the countless meals of hungarian goulash or fish sticks with the occaisional gross vegetable forced down despite the gagging and there was no guarantee your dinner would still be there if you got up from the table
Mary and I revisited the place where it all began, the tavern in Glen Echo now known as the Irish Inn but will forever be known to us as Trav's, the place my uncle owned and then sold to Mary's dad. We bellied up to the bar to reminisce a little with the bartender, although all she knew about Trav's was that it was a biker bar, that there had been a stabbing and that there were ghosts. There was a lot she didn't know about the bar that was not only famous for it's chili and pork BBQ but for the countless characters that found themselves daily in the old wooden booths, including some well-known congressmen who tried to remain anonymous. The cast of past employees would make for a story stranger than fiction, let alone the regulars whose wives would bring pajamas and slippers to the husbands that preferred Trav's to home. I ran into an old friend from those days who recanted a story of standing at the bar with nothing on but a t-shirt, chatting with uncle Trav's sister. " That was my mother !!!" I informed him. Just another day. Incidentally, No one ever saw any ghosts back then that I know of, but no ghost could possibly haved turned a head in that place anyway
Maryland has been a whirlwind of reunions as one might imagine, but none more bizarre than the afternoon spent with an old friend and business associate who has been through a hell of surgeries, disc fusions and constant pain for the past two years, all from tripping over a bush on the first tee of a golf tournament. And after years of mind numbing drugs to get through the days, she finally found relief through cannabis. We were invited over to quite an informed and intelligent seminar and demonstration of all the products available, everything from the common leaf to waxes and oils, vaporizers, $400 blown glass apparati and the science behind it all. We were kind of hoping that cannabis might be a good alternative for Mary's RA meds, and in fact, after sampling some she did find almost immediate relief from an aching hip, but I don't know about all that giggling .....
Weather's coming, time to get outta here and head south.