September 10, 2007
We took a spin through Kennebunkport, thinking this old and well heeled town would be like a fine port wine, because, after all, the Bush's summer here. The first thought that came to mind was KennebunkPort O'Let ... old, in need of repair, and when we finally arrived in downtown KBPort ... like most unsubstantiated impressions .. inaccurate and unable to live up to the fantasy.
At quick hello, how do you do, and as quick as we came in, we left KBP. Back on I95 headed to Boston, a quick call to Chuck, with the hope of meeting for dinner. It turns out that Mother Nature had different intentions for us tonight. 10 miles south of KBP, the skies opened up and down came the rain. It was a good New England downpour. We drove 10-20 miles in this mess and decided it wasn't worth the risk. We pulled off the highway, stopping at several hotels to negotiate the rate (even in the heavy rain Mom's influence not to pay retail can't be denied). Crystal at the Holiday Inn in Portsmouth buckled under the intense whinning of Terry and Mike combined ... who could resist free happy hour, $20 for each of us towards breakfast and $30 less for the room than the previous guests, also on bikes, who pulled off the road to wait out the storm.
All is (alive and) well, from the road, this good evening.
We took a spin through Kennebunkport, thinking this old and well heeled town would be like a fine port wine, because, after all, the Bush's summer here. The first thought that came to mind was KennebunkPort O'Let ... old, in need of repair, and when we finally arrived in downtown KBPort ... like most unsubstantiated impressions .. inaccurate and unable to live up to the fantasy.
At quick hello, how do you do, and as quick as we came in, we left KBP. Back on I95 headed to Boston, a quick call to Chuck, with the hope of meeting for dinner. It turns out that Mother Nature had different intentions for us tonight. 10 miles south of KBP, the skies opened up and down came the rain. It was a good New England downpour. We drove 10-20 miles in this mess and decided it wasn't worth the risk. We pulled off the highway, stopping at several hotels to negotiate the rate (even in the heavy rain Mom's influence not to pay retail can't be denied). Crystal at the Holiday Inn in Portsmouth buckled under the intense whinning of Terry and Mike combined ... who could resist free happy hour, $20 for each of us towards breakfast and $30 less for the room than the previous guests, also on bikes, who pulled off the road to wait out the storm.
All is (alive and) well, from the road, this good evening.
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