Sunday Briefly

I have an hour before my flight starts to board, so this will be a brief blog post today.

I rose early with my alarm at 6:30 to begin my day. I started writing a blog that would be 1200 words long, and it took me a few hours. I decided at 8sih I needed breakfast, cleaned up, shaved, dressed, and moved to the lobby. There, the industrial breakfast of the usual items was waiting, but there were no biskets to go with the food served canned white sausage gravy. I put some gravy over my red potatoes and rosemary, the other starch that would go with gravy. Coffee was plentiful. I had made Dunkin Donuts in the Kuelig that I purchased for too much money from the CVS pharmacy. So I was highly caffeinated when I was writing!

I finished the blog in the late morning, and Deborah picked me up in Air Mini and skillfully got us to the Henry Food Museum in Dearborn. The place charges even for parking, so our two visitors’ access to the Museum was just below $100. Wow. The place had been updated since I was there over 30 years ago.

Some items I remember were still there, including the chair that Lincoln was sitting in when he was shot. The big presidential cars and the remodeled one that President Kenedy was shot in were included. I did not know it was still being used by Nixon and Carter. President Reagan’s huge car was also there. Reagan was wounded by a ricochet while getting out of that car in the 1980s. His press secretary, Jim Bradey, was terribly injured at that moment.

Deborah and I enjoyed the cars and the displays of changes in technology. Neither of us is a car person, so some excitement projected from some displays was lost on us. We found lunch there by grabbing it from premade as the line was long, and soon, we wondered why you would not slice the grapes in a chicken salad sandwich. The whole round grapes popped out of the sandwich, making eating them more exciting than you are ready for! We finished our sandwiches with only a few lost grapes on the floor.

We walked more of the items with Deborah looking for something, a weird surprise, but she could not locate it. The last breath of Thomas Edison was captured (sort of) in a test tube and is on display. The cabinet that contains the item was in the history of the power section, and the lights, which is ironic, have failed in the case with all the inventors of lighting systems, making it hard to find. It was a strange item.

We wandered a bit more but had been there for hours, and it was time to head back. Like the museums in Chicago, there are mold machines that make you a plastic item as you wait. We figured out the complex pay system and finally got a four-inch-tall Henry Ford figure made as a gift for Corwin.

Deborah got us back to our area, and we relaxed a bit. This includes stopping at Deborah’s house and getting her dogs, Zelda and Trixie, fed, walked, and petted. We made a reservation at the Hibachi place in Rochester. This is like the old Benihana places; soon, knives flew, and food was trying to be caught (I failed every time). We had steak and scallops, and it was pretty good. Dinner was great, and while we were sad that our time together was ending, it was a great night. We had many laughs and got to enjoy some fun.

I said goodbye and goodnight (Deborah will be in Oregon in February). I apologize for making this less detailed, but I am tired from traveling to New Hampshire tonight. Thanks for reading.