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Well, we haven't received any mail in 10 days, and Amazon showed up for the first time in as long just yesterday.  My dad has said on several occasions that he is proud he and Mom had raised four children and never had to see them through the bars of a jail.  While Mark and his father Harry enjoyed the wagons and buggies in a nearby museum earlier this week, I strolled through Cranberry Antiques in Blanco, Texas, which is one of my favorite Texas antique stores.  We walked most of The Point neighborhood of Beaufort, South Carolina while we were in the area.  Mark and I stopped in at Rock Hill, SC for lunch on our way towards Hilton Head and Savannah.  We were driving the little road between where we were staying and the City of Savannah when we saw this on the side of an old building in Bluffton, SC:  I took several walks today. The first was on the beach by the condo we are staying in at Hilton Head Island. It was the perfect beach for walking, or riding a fixie on, like this guy who went by me:  Mark and I went to see the exhibit "Camel City: Tobacco & Transformation, 1875-1964" at the Reynolda House Museum & Gardens a couple of weeks ago.   First of all, we're not talking about the Salem of witches fame. That one is in Massachusetts.  I love museums, and although this museum in Parkersburg, West Virginia is designated as the Oil & Gas Museum, it is so much more.  Utilizing the blue-highway system, we arrived in Amesville, Ohio, population about 168 souls, down from a high of around 200.  The nice thing about being retired is that Friday seemed like a good day to take a drive, so we did.  If you've been reading our blog for a while, you know that I like to quilt in the North Carolina mountains in late September.  Carpenter’s Hall, located in Independence National Park, Philadelphia is the official Birthplace of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.  The tiny simple hut in the left foreground housed six freezing, starving soldiers of the Continental Army.  We were at a museum in northwest Virginia for a few days last week, and I was surprised by what drew my attention the most: a "Contemporary Embroidery" exhibit.  In case you wanted to keep track, this is the fourth presidential library and museum we have visited and blogged about. Not that we like museums . . .  Mark and I visited two extraordinary places in San Francisco last year, places that we will re-visit every time we return.  If you travel the very Northern portion of California's Highway 101, you get used to seeing the Benbow Inn, and thinking "One day I'll find out more about that, or stay there," just before you get to Garberville.  Over time I have come to realize that Mark and I see - and blog about - the places that we visit very differently.  I had been looking at exhibits for several hours here before the first group of students arrived on a field trip.  |
