What a happy weekend celebration, Charlie. I’m marking my calendar today cause when it’s your birthday today, I know it’s just six months until Christmas.
I don’t like the shaky sensation of the bridge vibrating and feeling movement when you have to stop on it!
The light at the end of the bridge was red today as we left town.
My friend Vincie clued me in on this route to avoid going through the Ft. Pitt Tunnel.
It was Friday afternoon and there was traffic. We were headed for Ohio. Such threatening skies and heavy rain, so heavy we stopped for a bite to eat in West Virginia as we travelled the two hundred miles to Columbus. Happy we got there safely.
I told Charlie it looked like a floating brain. He could blow bungles or multiples.
I’d taken out the little bubble trumpet I bought at The Shadyside Variety Store. Made by Pustefix in Germany “Best bubble formulation” the liquid makes the best bubbles.
I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high They reach the sky Then like my dreams they fade and die. Fortunes always hiding I’ve looked everywhere I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air
I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high They reach the sky Then like my dreams they fade and die. Fortunes always hiding I’ve looked everywhere I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air