After the Macy’s parade I went for a walk around the Redhook section of Brooklyn where Shannon lives. It was a beautiful day, and it was good to get out and stretch my legs. I’m glad I did, because the rest of the weather on the trip was lousy. Redhook is on the water, and I took a picture of the Statue of Liberty.
Thanksgiving dinner went as planned. We met Morris in Jackson Heights, and had dinner at an Indian Restaurant. Dinner was fine. We were thankful that we all could be together.
Friday was dedicated to getting pickles. Our first stop was to go out to lunch. There was some deli on the lower east side that was recommended to us. It was a very small place. There were five of us. We waited in line, and when it came our turn, they told us that they did not serve groups of five. We told them we could split up into groups of two and three. They would not seat us. My thought was that if they didn’t want our money, we would find some place that did. We ended up going elsewhere for lunch.
Morris wanted to get some pickles from the Pickle Guys on the lower east side. I was expecting some kind of pickle warehouse sort of place. It turned out to be a small open air storefront. They had about 20 barrels of assorted kinds of pickles. You wait in line, and they take care of you. Morris had been there before, and knew how to do things so stuff could be taken home on the plane. I just ordered a quart of pickles. I sampled them, and they were pretty tasty.
When we got back to Shannon’s I realized that I didn’t have a good way to get the pickles home. They were packed in a flimsy deli type plastic container. I was worried about them spilling on the bus, the car, or my suitcase. I ended up leaving the pickles with Shannon in New York. She gave them to an appreciative friend.
Saturday we went to a New York Historical museum. The weather was bad, and we were looking for an outing. It was an okay outing.
Sunday morning we said goodbye to Shannon, and got on the bus. We had been staying with Shannon for a week, and she took very good care of us. Thank you Shannon. We had a fairly convoluted way of getting to New York, due to my fear of New York traffic. We left our car in Washington, and took a bus to New York.
To get our car, we took the bus back to Washington. I was a little concerned about the car. The hotel, which normally charges for parking, told us it would be okay if we left the car there. Washington is not the kind of city that tolerates unauthorized parking. When we got to the hotel, I was happy to see the car was still there. The bus line, Vamoose, was very good on both legs of the trip, and sure beat the heck out of Greyhound.
We spent the night in Washington, and headed for home the next morning. We got off to a late start, and made it as far as Sandusky, Ohio at sunset. It was only a couple a couple of hours from home, but we decided to spend the night.
Phyllis has a cousin, Betty Rae, who lives in Sandusky. Phyllis called her. Betty Rae came right over, and the girls had a nice time visiting in the hotel lobby. I was able to get some sleep.
We got home yesterday before noon. It is always a relief to get home and see that everything at home is basically intact. We will have a few days of catching up on things after 36 days on the road.