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It's Father's Day!

It's Father's Day!

What a crazy weekend it's been.  Donna and Kate are motoring across country and arrived at the Grand Canyon this afternoon.  I spent Friday with the Swanekamps, at the famous Hummer's tavern and the Knotty Pine for dinner. 

Saturday, Dad and I did our own mini road trip.  We headed down to Washington, D.C.  We went to the Korean War Memorial and the World War II Memorial.  It was moving to see all the veterans and people who owe the vets an enormous debt of gratitude for their service.  We walked about 20 miles (well, maybe not quite but it seemed like it).  While I went to get the car after we had finished our tour of the WWII Memorial, Dad saw Bob and Elizabeth Dole, who were there to celebrate with the veterans.  Sen. Dole was a leader in getting the memorial built, against heavy opposition.  When we got back to Riderwood, where Mom and Dad live, we all headed down to the dining room and had hamburgers.  It was a great day.




Today I went back to Canton to spend the day with Eileen and Andrew.  Andrew cooked up gourmet breakfast sandwiches (with scrapple!).  Then we walked to Patterson Park (burial site of Revolutionary War hero Gen. Pulaski).  Then we went back to the Swanekamp home to pick up Maizie and walked down to Canton Waterfront Park to watch the amazing Blue Angels put on a show in celebration of the bicentennial of the War of 1812.  The park is across the harbor from Fort McHenry, where during the war Francis Scott Key wrote what is now our National Anthem.  The pictures below don't begin to capture how close the planes were--at times they were flying directly over us.  The sound of their engines was incredible, as is how they manage to stay in such perfect formation, so close together. 






Finally, just to prove that I have been taking good care of Donna's flowers, I have included a photo of them.  Look how healthy they are:



I miss Donna terribly (and Kate too!).  Be safe, take care, and I can't wait to see you Thursday night.

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