tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913155610329404984.post8785553859003810614..comments2023-06-24T06:17:17.317-04:00Comments on Deo Volente: Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome, but...Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908096622186204946noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913155610329404984.post-12574187671837741512011-09-24T14:39:44.175-04:002011-09-24T14:39:44.175-04:00Yes, Virginia, there is a Gary, Indiana. It's...Yes, Virginia, there is a Gary, Indiana. It's north, near the border. We used to go through it (or at least near it) all the time, going to Wheaton for school.<br /><br />There's also a Muncie, Indiana, which is where my sister-in-law lives with her family. It's also the home of Ball State University. See, now you know another city!<br /><br />As for hotel nightmares... We had a little room just inside the emergency exit at the Holiday Inn Patriot in Williamsburg one year. We were attending Marscon, this little science fiction convention which takes place in mid-January, so Titus must have been about eight months old at the time. Young enough we thought we'd get away with attending a convention, anyhow.<br /><br />Anyhow, it turned out that the "emergency exit" was more one terminus of a thoroughfare between two parts of the building--the part where the convention actually was, and the part where everybody actually slept, that is--and, furthermore, the preferred resort of those who wanted to, say, smoke a cigarette or walk their dog. (See, you aren't the only one!) Each time someone opened that horrible door, not only was it noisy, but this really cold draft would sweep through our room, rousing everybody in it. And you wouldn't believe the late hours some people were walking their dogs, or catching a smoke, or maybe heading back from the convention proper (at which everything had officially closed for the day much earlier), or whatever they were up to.<br /><br />Nowadays, we'd probably be smart (or demanding) enough to get our room changed, with the explanation that NOBODY wanted our eight-month-old bawling at all hours. Ah, well. It could be worse. He could have been twins. :pAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2913155610329404984.post-22781038094891776382011-06-30T04:48:45.981-04:002011-06-30T04:48:45.981-04:00Guess what? Your kids will probably remember lovi...Guess what? Your kids will probably remember loving the hotels. For the longest time our kids thought that's what made a good vacation.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05004461935189109786noreply@blogger.com