Actually, we did hang around with Drew and Fiona for much of the morning. Or at least, everyone else did while I made my way up to the Brooklyn Avis at 211 Atlantic Avenue. By the time I got our Ford Fusion back to Drew and Patty's place, it was nearly noon. We said our goodbyes, stopped at the local grocery for food and drinks and headed into the labyrinth that was our escape from New York, laughing out loud at jokes about the seven dwarves.
Dirty, Stinky, Ugly, Wingnut, Blanket, Dish Rag…
Up I-95 through Connecticut where a big accident held us hostage outside of Milford for hours. And so it was late, late, late - maybe 8 pm - when we finally landed at the 1860s Homestead House in Lexington where we would make our home for the next ten days.
Pam and I brought pizza and ice cream back from the nearby Stop & Shop and we all had a relaxing evening.
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