We walked back to the house, packed up the kids and hit the road around 10:30 a.m.
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| Packing up the car |
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| Good Bye Rockport.... |
We drove about two hours and stopped at an oasis for gas and a bathroom break. While in the gas station, a girl says to Mark, "Hey, I served you ice cream last night and then rattled off our entire order, one vanilla with rainbow sprinkles in a cake cone, two chocolate with chocolate sprinkles on a sugar cone, etc.." How random is that? She was on her way to college in Rochester, NY, with her mom.
We drove through Massachusetts and New York and stopped for the night in Buffalo at about 7:00. This trip has shown Mark and I places that we will definitely return to and other places that we never need to return to again in this lifetime, Buffalo being one of the latter!
This morning around 3:30 a.m. I wake up to a woman screaming, "Help me Johnny or Donnie", or something. I try to fall back asleep, but I hear what sounds like a riot outside. And yes, we were on the seventh floor. I get up, look outside and there are about 100 people on the streets below fighting and screaming at each other. Of course I wake Mark up to watch it unfold. I can see punches being thrown, people with cell phones videotaping it, it was a complete melee. After a few minutes seven or eight squad cars show up and break it up and everyone flees, but of course I continue to hear yelling for another hour or so...nice.
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