Our time in Vermont has become more and more busy. Blogging has to fit somewhere. However, we just don't have the time to blog, nor so many other things on our bucket list (you do know what a bucket list is, don't you?? If not, see the movie. Funny and educational.)
Tuesday, we left Moe & Bill for Rutland Airport where we met our daughter Lexi. Visiting relatives in Boston, she zipped up to our metropolis on a twin engined propeller plane. She enjoyed the rid, unlike one older lady that had the surprise of her life in Boston when she learned at the gate that this was not to be on a Boeing 747 (uh, like who the heck flies to Rutland?? Only 5 this trip, that's who!). Anyway, off to cousins and parking our coach at the local fire department parking lot for the night. Handy, safe and arranged because cousin Charlie's mom gave the land to the fire department. Nice to have connections!
More food and drink and lots of stories ended another great day.
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| Cousins Charlie + Ralph = Relatively Large Laughs |
Thursday, Lexi went with Jack to play golf. The old duffers surely enjoyed her feminine presence. Who wouldn't? Later that day, we boarded a barge (yes, a barge) with 50 others and motored to an island in the middle of nearby Lake Bomoseen. The island, now owned by a couple was once a special vacation spot for New York actors and writers. Now privately owned by a delightful couple, we enjoyed their one of their "Full Moon Celebration Party" events. Bring an appetizer ... all else is provided. What fun as the sun set over the lake while the rising moon gave us some light. Owner Jerry gave us a tour and history of the island and buildings and how he renovated all to become a livable and enjoyable island home. Truly a special event.
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| Barging to a private island |
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| Party time on the island. |
Friday, we got Lexi to the airport for a 7am departure back to Boston and onward to home. Then it was grocery shopping, debugging the windshield in sister's driveway (surely she must have appreciated another special event), saying good-bye, and on to a parking lot next to the hotel where my high school mates of 52 years ago were gathering to celebrate our collective 70th birthdays. What fun! Great kids, even better adults ... all of us happy to see that each of us are together again to have fun and share our gratitude for the gift of having lived our childhoods in a beautiful and safe time of the 50s (1950s that is for those of you too young to know there was a previous century and decade). We call it the best of times in the best of places. Lucky us.
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