The Art of the Umbrella

You know London is known for rain. I wonder how much the average person spends per year on umbrellas in the UK? Although, it doesn’t rain constantly, it is suggested that you always bring your umbrella because it can happen at any moment at varying degrees of intensity.

I was pretty luck my first few days in London. I encountered a little drizzle for which my raincoat served the purpose. However, on my fourth day I experienced rain, unlike drizzle, a raincoat and umbrella are beneficial, working together in a unison as you work your way through the crowded streets – and I mean work! I think in one day I have worked my wrist muscles to top performance.

I started out on a morning with some light rain and a raincoat, but shortly the skies opened and I needed the reinforcements. The umbrella! I took out my little umbrella that I had bought on a “rainy” morning in Krakow. And I mean little, it served the purpose in Poland. I bought it for 5 zlotys, which is about $1.25 USD. I was now prepared. Within 5 minutes, it had inverted and one of the spokes had bent, but it was still useable. Walking down the crowded street, filled with umbrellas takes some mental work. I watched in front of me to see who was coming toward me, what was the layout of the street? How tall were these people coming toward me? Should I straighten my arm above my head to avoid an umbrella collision or should I lower it? I had to be prepared because I had been smacked in the head too many times. So, I walked down the street with my umbrella going up and down. I felt like I was in a Disney Parade!

Near Westminster Abbey, there were a lot of tourists, many were tourists from Asia and much shorter than me so I held my umbrella high. Unfortunately, I am tall so their umbrellas hit me about eye level. I dodged my way through the crowd, holding my umbrella above them all. Now that I think about, I probably should have just used my umbrella to shield my face, protecting myself from their umbrellas! As I worked my way out of that area, I felt a little safer from any collisions, however my next dilemma…..tall men. Now I’m programmed to hold my umbrella high so when I pass a tall man I raise my arm. He does the same thing. We try to adjust and pull it down…up, down, up, down, up, down, an “umbrella dance”. I wonder if this is a British mating call? I better pay attention!

I’m starting to get the hang of this umbrella etiquette when suddenly I am met with the “twist, turn to the side move”. This is especially useful when maneuvering through small spaces such as construction areas. Upon meeting someone, rather then going up or down, tilt your umbrella to the left or right and squeeze on by. This avoids the umbrella collision, but be warned….the water slides along the top of the umbrella directly onto your feet. My stroll has now become more of a walking escape room, thinking, planning, manipulating, strategizing.

Just when I feel like a professional with this broken cheap umbrella, the wind starts to blow. My umbrella turns inside out and I look like a tulip walking down the street. I adjust so the wind blows it back into shape. I now have to use it as a shield. Straight out in front of me, protecting me from the wind and rain blowing toward my face. I can’t see where I’m going so I watch the ground hoping to see feet ahead of me, warning me of a head on collision with another umbrella-shielding-pedestrian. I now feel like I’m going off into war. Maybe someone will notice my shield skills and recruit me for the British Army.

My umbrella skills are coming along nicely. I made it back to my hostel to dry off without a black eye! Hopefully, the rain stops before I head back out, this is exhausting!


Just What the Doctor Ordered

img_5943It was time. I needed a get away. After 2 1/2 months of not being “on the road” I felt like I was in a rut. Being “home” brings with it many mixed feelings. As much as I love spending time with my family and friends, it is hard to not be weighed down be past experiences and raw emotions. It’s kind of like stepping back in time but with a different perspective, a changed person. Confusion and a lost sense of purpose takes over the wandering mind. Re-evaluating life, goals, desires and societies expectations fill my thoughts as I lay awake at night. The mind won’t stop. Returning to my roots with no permanent residence, no full time job, no long term relationship emphasizes that things are different. I wonder if I am missing something or is this just societal values pulling at me? I actually thought maybe “I should get a steady job” or “buy a tiny house” or “try that relationship”. As these ideas pop into my head and duke it out with my nomadic free soul, not only is there confusion but anxiety. I love the freedom and independence to go where I want, when I want and do what I want, so why am I questioning it? How can we have everything in life?


I decided it was time to get away. It was much needed. How will it feel being away from the home base? I spent 3 days in NYC, one of my favorite places. It’s a place with memories, a place that has a past, but yet it isn’t “home”. I spent the time exploring familiar places, places I’ve been with friends, family and boyfriends, but never by myself. I reminisced about the fun we had and sometimes wished they were there, but I enjoyed it on my own! I reveled in the atmosphere and the energy surrounding me. Feeling alive and in my element I walked many, many miles in the scorching heat, observing, thinking, doing. I looked at the sights that I’ve seen so many times before but felt like it was a lifetime ago. I absorbed as much as I could.



It was my first time staying in a hostel in NYC. I wasn’t sure how it would be. Hostels are not as popular in the states as they are in Europe. I’ve stayed in a few while traveling across country, but NYC? I was a little skeptical. I needed to do it. I needed to look at things from my new “budget traveler” perspective. So, I took the Megabus to Manhattan and checked in to the hostel in Chelsea. I chose it based on location and ratings. There were others that had somewhat better ratings, but I wanted to be centrally located. It turned out to be a great experience. It was definitely a no frills accommodation, but served the purpose. It was a 4 bed female en-suite dorm. They were single beds rather than bunk beds which I really liked. The first night there was only one other person sharing. I saw her all of 2 minutes. The second night all 4 beds were taken. Two of them got up and left before I got out of bed. The fourth person was there as I packed up and we had a lovely conversation, discussing travel and hostels. I got some recommendations to other hostels in the city. They provided a free breakfast, which consisted of a bagel, banana, apple, cereal, juice and coffee. It was great because it kept me going until dinner time. Conversation at breakfast was with an interesting young man from the UK. He has traveled extensively so we talked about destinations throughout the world. I added Singapore to my must see list. As far as hostels go, this was adequate for my needs…clean, secure, cheap (for NYC), nice experience and great location.

Early dinner/late lunch was at the bar, sitting at the bar. I met interesting people there as well. We shared stories about NYC, life experiences and travel and then, as strangers do, went on our separate ways. I spent time in the East and West Village, Chinatown, Little Italy, Meatpacking District, Soho, Gramercy, Fashion District, Chelsea, Midtown, Time Square, Upper West Side, Upper East Side and Central Park putting many miles on my feet. I only took the subway once! I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to check out the “Play It Loud” exhibit, walked the Highline, relaxed in Bryant Park, Union Square and Washington Park, drank cappuccino in Little Italy and saw The Prom on Broadway. Doing all of this by myself was just what I needed to help put my life in perspective. What does one want in life? I realize it changes with the time. I am convinced that I have much more of this world to explore. I can’t stay anywhere too long because I will get in a rut and feel pressure based on society’s view of what one is expected to want and do. For now I will continue my nomadic life, continue to grow through my experiences and keep life fresh. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. For now, I will live my best life as I am loving life.



Sun is Setting on Arizona

F56DDC61-4D31-4491-928A-09D6C08EEE8BIt’s hard to believe that it has been almost 5 1/2 months since I downsized my life and began my journey that took me from New York to my temporary home in Arizona. In less than a week, I will move on. I have so enjoyed my time here and it is with mixed feelings that I pack. However, I do know that if I do not leave, I could easily embrace the “settled” lifestyle that would hold me back from my exploration. Living here feels like I am home rather than visiting. I have met so many nice and interesting people. Feeling like part of the community, I have spent time volunteering with the dogs needing adoption, training them and evaluating them, wrapping gifts for foster children during the holidays, packaging meals for starving children in third world countries, attending fundraisers and making food donations for the animal shelters and homeless in the area. Taking part the community has been so rewarding by helping others and making somewhat of a difference in the world (something that I’ve missed after retirement). It also gave my an opportunity to tap into the feel of the community. If I were staying longer, there are many other volunteer opportunities that I would have engaged in.

Although, I left my family and friends, I continue to go out and socialize to meet people in the area. Many times I go solo to events that I saw advertised, mainly on Facebook. I’ve been to numerous arts and music festivals, farmers markets and flea markets, balloon festivals, botanical garden, hikes and spring training baseball games. I love exploring on my own and seeking out new adventures. Often, I would meet people on my own or participate in meet-up activities. For those of you who have not heard of meet-up groups, it is a website where you can join groups and sign up for their scheduled activities. I highly recommend this as a way to meet like minded people, socialize and experience some activities that you may not want to do alone or never thought about. It is not a dating site!! Through meet-up, not only did I meet people, but I tried out many new restaurants, saw movie premiers, attended the theater, hiked, explored castles, attended St Patrick’s day festivities, went to happy hour, volunteered, watched football, partied on New Years Eve, had a Christmas hike and picnic and went for walks. I will miss these so much!

Another way I got out is by working. I know, I’m retired! Who wants to work? The good thing about retirement is that I can choose when I want to work. I spent 2 weeks in an office of the IT department working on data, which I really enjoyed. The rest of the time I took some substitute teaching positions. Sometimes I enjoyed this, other times……not so much. I do like the fact that I was able to see how the schools operate and compare them to New York schools. At first, it was very difficult being in a school because of the lingering anxiety I felt from my experience working in a toxic school environment. I really think it’s a little PTSD, but I worked through it and found it rewarding. I started mainly in junior high, but soon discovered that this grade level is not a fun place to substitute. I’ve always loved this age group but as a substitute it isn’t quite the same. I quickly decided I would turn those jobs down. I tried elementary, which was a nice change and found that I really preferred grades 2-4. I worked primarily in the special education rooms, which was a lot of fun. Montessori was a new experience which I also enjoyed. I didn’t really work much at the high school, other than a class at the Alternative School, a special education class, theater class and Transition (internship) assignment. I did enjoy the high school, but it made me feel somewhat nostalgic and miss my former high school students. After all, I loved my job and the students. Working in a new place is a great way to acclimate yourself to the pulse of the community. It is also a great way to make some extra money!

While I have been here, I have had some unexpected expenses, so the extra money I made was very helpful. I had 3 car repairs which totaled over $1000, so the extra money made that a little more tolerable. Retiring in June has left with me with a lot less money and I mean…..A LOT less money! This worried me. I have been working on being more frugal, at least thinking really hard before deciding to purchase something I want. Do I really need it? Is it something that will weigh me down? Will it add to my happiness or quality of life? I’m getting better at it. There are times I’ve chosen not to do certain things because it cost too much and opted for something less expensive or, better yet, free. Other times, I felt the cost was worth the return. Although I have so much less money, I have more time and so much more adventure. Granted, I don’t really own anything of substantial value. I don’t have a permanent home. I have what I need and I have grown in experience. I even realized that I still have too much “stuff” and will be purging more before I head out again.

When I embarked on this new lifestyle, I set some goals for myself. One goal was to read more. Since November I have read 14 books. Another goal was to concentrate on my health. I really wanted to detox mentally and physically. I have eaten mostly organic and healthy foods, while watching my intake of unhealthy snacks (most I have replaced with healthy alternatives). I have increased my steps per day by becoming more aware of my movement through walking and hiking. I was running a little bit before I left NY but during my road trip it became difficult and I had a hard time getting back to it. I have been going to an amazing place that takes a holistic approach to health. I see a chiropractor for adjustments, physical therapist for strengthening and receive therapeutic massages. They work together to develop a treatment plan which has been phenomenal. I had testing done to check what my body was lacking as far as nutrients and minerals and how certain foods effect my body. These tests are not done in NY! It was great information that helped me to understand what changes I needed to make. Another goal was to explore, relax and enjoy! I sit on my balcony with my coffee, take deep breaths, feel the sun, gaze at my environment and appreciate the beauty surrounding me. I have taken many day trips to explore the area, as well as extended weekends to nearby places. I will truly miss Arizona, but I can not let myself get too settled, for my journey has just begun.

As the sun sets on Arizona for me next week, the sun will rise as I take my 17 days road trip back to New York. There I will take a small break (3 months) before moving on again. Come along for the ride! Follow my blog and follow my Facebook Journey’s Page.

Jerome, Arizona: The Wickedest Town in the West

I love Jerome, Arizona. I have been there a few times, but always look for a reason to visit. It sits on a mountain 5200 feet above sea level between Prescott and Flagstaff.

This is the view from Jerome………

The town was founded in 1876 as a mining town. People flocked here in search of copper. In 1920’s it was one of the biggest cities in Arizona reaching a population of 15000. After the depression it was pretty much abandoned except for 50-100 people who eventually made it into a travel destination. Today the population is about 400. The external appearance hasn’t changed much in the past 100 years as many buildings were restored following the great fires of 1894 and 1899.

In 1903, Jerome became known as ‘The Wickedest Town in the West”. A town of ill-repute its was known for its gambling, saloons and prostitutions. (78% of the population was male).

Today, you can visit the “Crib Section” across from the English Kitchen in the back alley known as “prostitute row”. I had lunch at the English Kitchen which I would definitely recommend for the food, friendly service, history and view.

Around town, you can find unique shops, museums, wineries, restauarants that all keep the history alive. The bordello theme is present in shopping and restaurants.


Nellie Bly is known for its vast selection of kaleidoscopes. There are thrift stores and antique shops and an old fashion movie store. This store serves not only as a shopping destination but also as a museum for anyone interested in old time cinema.

With its vast history, it is expected that this whole town is haunted. Years ago I did a ghost hunt here. Strange things happened! This time as I was walking around town taking pictures the ghosts were again active. I took a picture of a plaque on the side of the building. I saw the image in my camera and took 3 photos. All three photos came out as black squares where the plaque should be. Hmmmm….I tried again. I aimed the camera at the plaque and there was no plaques to be seen on my camera! All I saw was the outside of the building! I moved a little ways away and my camera totally froze. I couldn’t even turn it off. It wasn’t until I got about 2 blocks a way that I could finally turn it off. I never did get a picture of the plaque. The sign was on the building for Wicked City Brew, across from the Haunted Hamburger and at the bottom of the hill from The Grand Hotel, one of the most haunted hotels.

Because the town sites at a 30 degree incline on the mountain, gravity has pulled some of the buildings down the mountain side. The old jail slide a couple streets down but is still somewhat intact.


From the jail, you can look down and see the Powder Box Church. This Mexican Methodist Chuch was built by Sabino Gonzalez in 1939 to 1941. The chuch was built for the Mexican-American miners and their families because of the racial prejudice at the time. The Anglo Methodists refused to allow Mexicans into their church.Gonzalez, who knew nothing about building, built his church with disassembled wooden blasting boxes. He claimed that God came to him and guided him in this process. The church is now a private residence.


Other haunted places in Jerome include the Spirit Room, a bar under the Connor Hotel. Both have a rich history right in the middle of town. A block away you can find some remnants of buildings, including a dance hall. Artist, Bernie Molaskey (known for his rust sculptures) has filled some with sculptures as seen below.


About a mile from the Main Street, there is the Gold King Mine Ghost Town in a superb of Jerome. Gold was mined here from 1890-1914. One man lives here and can be seen demonstrating some of the equipment on site. The site is jam packed with old motors, vintage vehicles,   You can visit the old buildings which include a one room school house, dentist, gas station, corner store, laundry and blacksmith shop. Each shop has antiques from the bygone days. Chickens and ducks run freely. There are goats and pigs and a donkey that you can pet and feed. It is like stepping into the past as you walk at your leisure throughout the area.

Entrance which includes a gift shop.


Vintage Truck

One room Schoolhouse

If visiting Arizona, Jerome is worth the trip. The mountain rode to reach it is winding and beautiful. It is a favorite for motorcyclists. How can you go wrong with art, wine and history?

FYI: As I write this I realize that there are quite a few pictures that somehow have disappeared. Ghosts?

Dream It, Believe It, Plan It, Live It

Everyone dreams. “Someday I want to….” “One day I will….” “If I could…” If only….” “After this, I will…” “I would like to….” “Wouldn’t it be nice if I could”…” “When my kids grow up….” When I have more money…” How much time do we spend dreaming? Many go through life wishing, hoping and fantasizing. The nice thing with dreams is that we feel that anything is possible. In our mind we can achieve the vision. And then society pulls us back to security and comfort and practicality and “reality”.

Security and comfort is a great feeling. Safety is a basic human need. Comfort is something we embrace. Being practical reinforces this sense of security. However, if we fall into complacency, we sacrifice our dreams for societies definition of success. If we believe we can achieve our dreams, follow our passion and live a full life, it is important to examine societal expectations and human needs, redefining it for ourselves. Look at it from a different angle, a different perspective. People may think you are crazy at times or unrealistic. Whose reality are we talking about?

Throughout my life I’ve always had a desire to explore and experience life. I was held back sometimes by convincing myself that it was impractical or just a dream. I got in my own way by living in my head too much. “I can’t do that”. “What will people think?”. Societal values in conflict with personal values. “When I retire, I want to be a nomad. I want to travel from place to place, learning and experiencing the world.” That became my dream.

First, we need to believe. We need to believe that our dreams can come true. We can pursue life with passion and purpose. We can break the mold, see things through a different lens and live our lives authentically. Pursuing dreams includes leaving our comfort zones, making ourselves uncomfortable sometimes, experiencing life by being in the moment rather than “someday…”. This does not equate to feeling unsafe. Safety comes with believing. Believing it can be done is the initial step to making it happen.

For a long time, my mantra has been “get out of your comfort zone, see what you are missing”. Everyone’s comfort zone is different. You can’t swim, go snorkeling. You are afraid of heights, go zip lining. You are shy, make it a point to say hello to people. You always wear black, wear a color once a week. Big or small adjustments can result in increasing your comfort zone. Pushing those boundaries nurture belief in ourselves and belief that we can do whatever we put our mind to.

This is not magic. Belief alone does not make things happen. It’s not good enough to sit back and let life happen to us. Taking control of our life, making the life we desire is in our hands. Now that you have a dream and believe it can come to fruition, we need to take action. The biggest thing that stands in the way of achieving our dreams is the action. Plan it! Make it happen! This is when things get exciting. This is when we are most focused and goal oriented. This is when we need to be creative and somewhat fearless, carried by the belief in ourselves. We also need to be patient, persistent and dedicated. This is a turning point in the process. Do we want it bad enough to put the work in? Do we want it bad enough to feel a little uncomfortable? Do we want to make changes? If the answer is no, we abandon the process. That is okay. We make choices. Maybe it should only be a dream for us. All dreams are not meant to come true. If the answer is yes, we become more focused and driven.

As my retirement edged closer, I felt more and more internal conflict between my dreams and desires verses the comfort and security of my current life. There were many questions that came up. Can I put physical distance between me and my children and family for longer periods of time? What will it feel like to not have a permanent residence to go home to? What do I do with everything I accumulated for all these years? Can I do this financially? Can I survive away from my circle of friends their supporter? Will I get lonely? So many questions, so much contemplation clogged my mind. In the end my decision was based on many things. If it doesn’t work out, I can always settle somewhere, but in the meantime I have a life to live. I don’t want to live with regrets, wishing I had tried. My children are strong and independent. They have their own dreams to pursue. Physical distance does not change the level of support we give each other. They are still my world. Why does a residence have to be permanent? Wherever I am will be my temporary home. Things! I’ve accumulated things! Things, just in case I need them….things that take up space…..things that I don’t need and really don’t even want. I threw away a lot of things. If they were useful to someone, I gave them away. Some, I sold. There are a few things that I put in storage. A few boxes with things I wasn’t ready to part with, most of which will probably be thrown away eventually. Material things hold me down. I downsized to what I needed and what fit in my car. I still have more to get rid of. Financially, things have changed. I have a lot less money so I need to be more frugal, but since I’m not spending money on material things, I can have more adventures. My friends are the best. They will always be there and support me no matter how far I wander. We may not see each other as often, but we will make an effort to stay connected. When we do see each other, we will catch up on our lives and it will be like we just saw each other yesterday. I may travel the roads alone, but that is much different from being lonely. I meet people, work temp jobs, volunteer and have the time of my life. Putting my plan in action, I moved out of my secure life on to a life that I can write every day.

Following your plan is a fluid process. It is evaluated and changes are made along the way based on our needs and experiences. We are now living the dream! It doesn’t end there. We continue dreaming, continue planning, continue to make things happen. Live an authentic life. There are no small dreams. All dreams are created equal.

I have a loose plan for the next year which is always up for tweaking. I feel free to be me, loving life. I grow as a person everyday as I continue to work on me. I continue to dream and plan as I write my story. I encourage everyone, not only at the beginning of a new year, but always to live your own authentic life. You are worth it!

I see Waymo in Arizona

During my road trip from New York to Arizona, I started to see Waymo vans along the highway. I first really noticed them in New Mexico. I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t know what they were. I just figured it was a company that I was unaware of that used their vehicles as marketing tools. As I got closer to Arizona I began to see more and more became curious. What is that contraption on the roof? What is Waymo? I then realized it was a self driving vehicle. My first thought was “How cool!”. After spending ten days driving cross country, I started to think about how this vehicle would have changed my trip. Some of the drivers I saw had their hands on the wheel, others were eating their lunch or looking at their iPad. My Italian friends from New York would really like this because they could talk with their hands and fully express themselves as they drove.


After the initial intrigue wore off, I started to feel a little uncomfortable traveling along the highway with self driving vehicles. I am glad I didn’t realize what Waymo was earlier in my trip because it now made me a little nervous. As interesting as it sounds, I’m not convinced that I would really like this. Yes, there are times I’ve thought “I wish this car could just drive itself because I’m tired” but I like being in control. I don’t like to be controlled by technology and programmers. I don’t like automated phone messages. I want a real person. I don’t like the cash register telling me how much change to give back. I like to count back the change. I don’t like copy machines that decides how I want my copies. I just want a copy! (My work friends can vouch for that). I want to make my own decisions and not have a programmer think they know what I want or need. Don’t get me wrong, I love technology, but I like using my brain, being in control and making my own decisions. If not, I can get very testy.

Waymo’s early rider program began in Phoenix within the past year or so which explains why I see many of their vehicles daily. With more questions than answers, I decided to look more into this Waymo. The first thing I saw was the trademark “We’re building the worlds most experienced driver”. Well, I consider myself an experienced driver. I’ve been driving with a permit and license for over 40 years and prior to that I drove tractors and other off road vehicles. What is there experience? Well, I see they began as the Google Car in 2009. Hmmmm….that’s less than 10 years. Waymo “knows the roads”. You are even able to see the roads as Waymo sees the roads based on the screen. Why not look out the window and see for yourself? “Avoid the stress of driving”. I know I’ve had more stress dealing with technology than with driving, just ask Siri.

I think many of the features can help. Some cars already have some of these features installed such as sensors. I think the technology behind this can help to reduce accidents. I am very apprehensive about taking total control from the driver. This extreme seems dangerous to me.

Who is liable in an accident? What is the “drivers” responsibility? Is the company liable? The programmer? How does this work with insurance? What about snow or icy conditions? That’s just the beginning. I would be happy to hear thoughts or experiences anyone has had. Maybe I need to learn more. Maybe I need to try it out. As of right now it makes me nervous and leaves me with many unanswered questions.

Road Trips Rock

Sitting still to long gets me restless. It had been a couple days since I had been out exploring, so yesterday I decided to take a road trip. Tucson was my destination with a few side trips. I first drove down to Tumacácori National Historical Park about 50 miles south of Tucson and about 20 miles from the Mexican border. Tumacácori is one the Spanish missions that was established in 1691. I looked around in the gift shop however I decided not to do a tour because I was planning to go to San Xavier’s mission next. Also I needed gas, my low fuel light had just come on. Luckily the closest gas station was a little over 3 miles away at El Mercado up the road. As I was in the gift shop the volunteer told me about Tubac, a small artisan community just before the gas station. So I got my car and I drove to El Mercado and filled up my tank. I then proceeded to Tubac. What an awesome little place! There are only two main streets filled with artist’s studios, handcrafted stores, the Performing Arts Center and some little restaurants.

School of Fine Arts
Wagon Wheel windows

I spent quite a while walking around looking at all the art work. I visited the Performing Art Center where they had a museum filled with more art. Before I have left, I stopped at Wisdom’s DOS and had a fresh made strawberry lemonade and a street taco.

As I drove up Route 19, I went through border patrol on my way to San Xavier Mission. It’s a Catholic mission about 10 miles south of Tucson. You can see the huge white structure from the highway. It is called the White Dove of the Desert.

The church was very ornate and really breathtaking. It is the oldest European structure sill intact in Arizona. I wandered around he grounds and read up on the history.

Next, I drove to “A” Mountain in Sentinel Park. The road going up was a little narrow and a little harrowing at times as it went along the mountain. It was only about a mile up, but the views were fabulous. I could look over into Tucson and into the mountains. It was so peaceful above it all.

I then spent time driving around downtown, it was later than I had planned so the other attractions that I had planned to visit were closed. I did find The Gaslight Theater which has the charm of an old fashioned musical melodrama. Scrooge was playing so I couldn’t get inside to explore, but connected to the theater is an 1950’s diner. I went in to get an appetizer before heading home. It was full of 50’s memorabilia, staff were dressed in period appropriate attire, music played from that era and there was a DJ that would throw out some trivia related questions. They even give you bubble gum!

I then drove about 1 1/2 hours back. It was a long day, but filled with interesting new discoveries. Road trips rock!