Corrao had a brilliant idea on the way back from Boston. "What if we had someone drop us off at Yankee Stadium in one of the Saint Anthony's buses." That would have been way more convenient then having to take the train into the city then getting on the subway. Quinn came through big time.
Last year, Alex, Liz, and myself got up late and missed the train to the city. We were rushed and did not get a solid meal before we headed out. This year, we got breakfast at the Golden Dolphin before our little odyssey with some friends. Jim, Molly, and Darryl, thanks so much for having a meal with us before we left.
Then For the first time, I had the map, and I was responsible for getting us to our destination. (Bea, I do not know how you did it, I was a wreck.) This is the third year, heading up to Boston and we found a new route to use. It took us much longer getting out of the Bronx and Yonkers. I don't think it was the physical toll of the trip (at that point) but more of the traffic and congestion in those areas. The weather was not to cooperate either. We stopped at a Hardware store in the Bronx so that we can adjust Meagan's seat so her knees would not hit her in the face.
Some traditions continued, i.e. getting flat tires. Billy was the first victim. He and Meg changed it in the rain like pros. WE ate at the Landmark Diner in Ossingsing again. This time I did not feel like I had to throw up after my turkey wrap.
Like everything else this was a learning experience. We left a little too late yesterday and by the time we got to our destination it had just gotten dark. Riding in the dark is as fun as it sounds. I was getting nervous about it, but we were very close to our final destination. (Don't tell Jean)
Our hosts for night one are the Leightons. They made an amazing dinner last night, homemade pizza. There was guac, but Billy and Meg ate it all.
Mrs. Leighton just but breakfast down, so I am out.
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