Saturday, September 5 For some reason we kept thinking about feet that morning. Phil took us to breakfast at Lou Mitchell’s. It’s an old-school place, founded in 1923—Phil told us that when Lou sold it, it was with the stipulation that nothing could be changed—and we …
Day 6: South Bend, IN to Chicago, IL
Friday, September 4 With the help of Yelp, we ended up at Jeannie’s House Diner, a thoroughly charming breakfast spot. The radio station in the diner was playing classic rock, and after a Beatles song (“Here Comes the Sun,” I think), we tried, in a not at …
Day 5: Toledo, OH to South Bend, IN
Thursday, September 4 I extended our checkout time to 1 p.m. so that I could catch up on work and blogging. Thanks, Hampton Inn Toledo Westgate staff, for being so accommodating. We planned a drive that didn’t involve highways—Route 20 all the way, mostly through flat farmland. …
Day 4: Cleveland, OH to Toledo, OH
Wednesday, September 3 There is no photographic evidence of the lovely breakfast at the Glidden House. I was too groggy. But the food was better than most free spreads, sort of like a buffet for wedding guests the day after the celebration. The parlor where we ate …
Day 3: Erie, PA to Cleveland, OH
Tuesday, September 1 Deeper entertainment awaits us all, still. I don’t feel like I got enough of an impression of Erie to come away with any strong feelings about it. Our hotel was pleasant but wasn’t in the thick of the city. We drove around a …
Day 2: Lock Haven, PA to Erie, PA
Monday, August 31 My unlikely calm throughout Day 1 receded at bed time, and I lay awake in our humid room under plasticky sheets for hours. Something was weird about those sheets. Around 1 a.m. Andy woke up from a bad dream, probably about evil sheets, and we talked for …
I am a morning person
Writing at night isn’t my thing. My internal thesaurus is muddy and I get all keyed up. Sorry, Dad. The tale of Day 2’s nonadventure should be live by lunchtime.
Day 1: Brooklyn, NY to Lock Haven, PA
Sunday, August 30 Here we go. The day didn’t feel momentous. It didn’t feel tense or stressful or exciting. It felt calm and hot. I woke up early, worked for a couple hours, then cleaned the apartment in the laziest possible way, mostly out of a sense …