In 1988, on a 110 degree in day in Houston, our living room was a chapel as Downtown Dad and I got married in front of 25 slightly soggy friends and relatives. A day later, we bid a 5 year old Bobby farewell as he boarded a Northwest bound plane on the first of his summer visits to his dad’s place in Seattle, while we boarded a Northeast bound plane for our honeymoon in Gettysburg. It was, after all, the 125th anniversary of the civil war battles there.
Today, 2 more kids, 6 houses, 4 states, 5 dogs, 6 birds, 5 cats, 8 cars, 100 pounds, 15 jobs, and 25 Junes later, on a 72 degree day in Minnesota, our living room is a staging area as the two of us load up our trusty carship for a 9 day roadtrip/voyage/second honeymoon in Gettysburg. It is after all, the 150th anniversary of the civil war battles there.
Tomorrow the adventure
begins escalates continues…