The Final Post - this year

Our last motel was a Comfort Inn - exercise room, pool and HOT breakfast- hey for a few bucks more, why not. Well we didn’t use the exercise room, though very nicely equipped, we just didn’t use it. The pool, was under repair and in fairness the registration clerk did mention that fact while we were signing in. The HOT breakfast was nice, scrambled eggs, sausage, 3 choices of juice, bagels, bran muffins, toast, 4 choices of cold cereal, oatmeal and waffles. We gassed up and proceeded to Atlanta.

On I 85 a tanker truck accident had closed the road for 2 hours but by the time we arrived it was only a 24 minute delay. I tried to take pictures as we rolled by but they did not come out too well. We pulled off at a pizza place that hit the spot and arrived in Atlanta a little after 2 PM, I think.

Bernie was in the middle of preparing a crab dip for us. Very nice. We settled in to our rooms (no purple this time) and the children, Jason and Jessica, arrived later on. Jessica seems to really like her job with babies. Can you believe they do IEP’s for 6 month olds and do report cards with parent teacher conferences. Different from when I was pre-school. Jason is about keeping the computer network running at Emory, Will, my nephew, does the same thing for Villanova. We went to a local spot called O’Charlies for dinner, which we all enjoyed even if some of us did not put dressing on the salad.

A good nights sleep and on the road to Manassas. The GPS, around Danville, suddenly added 2 hours to the arrival time. It was as if the “Great Leader in the Sky” had called all GPS’s to summon every one to Harpers Ferry (any reports of missing people?). Den check the route we had been assigned and realized it was not quite right. We started from scratch (GSP) with the destination of ‘Babs’ and the time adjusted back to 6PM or so. We arrived safe and sound. Had dinner of tuna casserole, talked a bit, said our good byes and turned in. Before I could catch Den, he was gone. I realized I had left my sunglasses in the car so in the morning I drove over to retrieve them. In trying to call Den I called my sister, which was nice to talk to her, but did get Den eventually. Goodbyes again and home I went.

All for this road trip, next year is “Ring of Fire” the casinos surrounding Vegas.