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Travels
Owen considers a future in shipping
View from the hotel the morning of Dylan’s baptism: Baltimore Harbor
Rosslyn
The view of Rosslyn, Virginia, across the Potomac River from the terrace of the Kennedy Center the night I attended the La Bohème dress rehearsal.
Picking up trash
Picking up the trash, Baltimore Harbor
With Ed, Loretta, and Amber
With Ed, Loretta, and Amber, at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. Those are the Chuhuly Red Reeds (see story), as also seen in 2010 at the Kennedy Center. The Robinson House is beyond.
Goolricks
Curtis Lake
From the Curtis Park dam early Sunday morning, Hartwood, Virginia.
The Fredericksburg paper had a picture of a swan at this spot in March of 2013. Today I could also see two more on the far side of the lake. The Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries said in 2012, “The mute swan is classified as a non-native exotic (nuisance) species in Virginia.”
Thurmont, Maryland
Lunch and a pint of Guinness at the Shamrock Restaurant twice this week, with Sandy, Judy, and Alex. The picture is not of the restaurant, but looking west from behind the restaurant. It’s on US 15 a few miles south of Gettysburg. Roads were fine on this trip except for the 10 country miles closest to home, where they were mostly packed white. This was the day after yet another government-closing, school-closing snowstorm which brought our house about 7″ of unusually sand-like snow. By starting early, I was able (in two sessions) to clear the entire driveway with the leaf-blower.
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Protected: Chaps Pit Beef for Mothers’ Day
Fifty years ago
Pics from the Queen Mary just before docking at Pier 90:
Also see Gareth’s animation on his website.
Here’s what we had been doing earlier:
(No direct response to any of those messages has yet arrived. However I did hear that year from a boy in the north of England presenting himself as an officer of the International Bottle Club.) Assuming the four-hour time difference and the coordinates were correct, I certainly got the London time wrong — it would have had to be four hours later, not earlier. And I was mistaken at that point about being in the middle of the Atlantic. We were almost there! Here’s what Google Maps makes of those coordinates today:
Here’s where we’d stayed the night before we sailed from Southampton:
