A week ago today, DH & I went to Milwaukee. He drove, I cast on my second inner Dimorphous Mitten.
Second stop: Beans & Barley for lunch. I had a Chicken Pine Nut sandwich and a cup of soup -- I don't remember what kind, but it was good. Oh so good! My sister used to frequent Beans & Barly when she lived in Milwaukee a million years ago -- I remember hearing it a lot, "Beans & Barley," "Beans & Barley," "Beans & Barley" -- but I don't think I've ever been before! I had to call her while we waited for a table and say, "Guess where I am? You'll never guess where I am!" And she never would have guessed.
DH dropped me off at the airport where I awaited my flight to the Left Coast. I've been to WA/OR/CA a couple of times since we moved from Oregon to Wisconsin in 1986 -- we all flew for a visit in '88 when Ali was about a year old, and took the Amtrak in '91 when Maddy was only about 8 weeks, and did Big Sur/Monterey/Disneyland in '96, and my sister and I drove Katie in '03 to begin her college education at Humbolt State University. DH has been to CA many, many times over the years -- often one of the kids would accompany him -- to do art shows, visit galleries, and get a vital saltwater fix! This is the first time I've headed to the west coast by myself since 1983 when I loaded up my red '82 Firebird and pointed west... and, actually, that's not true because I think my sister drove with me that time, too!
To be continued...