Saturday, July 28
Keri and I were pretty much all packed up last night so getting away was pretty easy. We met the rest of the Kerr family at Paula’s this magnificent diner round the corner from our cabins and close to the highway. During a quick but filing breakfast we did the last bit visiting and said good-byes. It had been way to long since I had last seen this part of the family. HAVE to do this more.
On the road again. “Old Grey”, my Honda, headed down US-75 to Detroit to drop the sis off at the airport; were she caught her flight back to Chicago. It was great getting to hang with the sis for the last few days. I’m glad she is soooo happy in Chicago, but I really miss having her around. We drive each other nuts at times but nobody else “gets” each other better. I particularly enjoyed Keri’s literal dance moves, yes I said dance moves, choreographed to her Barry Manilow and power ballad laden iPod. Great entertainment on the drive through Michigan. A successful drop off was made to DTW and Pete was solo again.
I stopped off in Findlay, OH to get gas and snap a couple of photos of Findlay University. My grandpa Steph briefly attended here before his dad, my Great-Grandpa George got him a job in the mill. That seems crazy now by during that time a job at the mill was tough to come by and pretty much guaranteed you a good job with a solid wage for the rest of your working days. Findlay is a nice little town and had cheap gas, $2.56. Did you ever think someone would read a sentence like the previous one and have it actually make sense?
Once I got into Lima Grandma and Grandpa Kerr took me and Aunt Nancy for dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Aunt Nancy is actually Grandpa’s younger sister and technically my Mom’s aunt but she has and always will be Aunt Nancy to me. The place was packed but the wait was not bad. I had a tasty Prime Rib. It was so good to see everyone. We were all pretty tired so after returning home and catching up we all called it a night. I really needed a quiet evening and got it.
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