<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973</id><updated>2011-12-02T13:12:33.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burly Mulligan</title><subtitle type='html'>The Tales of a Scoundrel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-2308444713154725215</id><published>2011-04-23T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:26:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Day 6: Travel Day</title><content type='html'>We woke up yesterday morning with the intention of getting ready, rolling out our luggage and grabbing breakfast from somewhere at the airport because our flight was some time after 9am. Well, that changed. We got a call from Pat saying that he got an email from the airlines stating that our flight had gotten cancelled. A few minutes later we found out that they changed our flight and now we wouldn't be departing until 11:30am, and the layover changed from Chicago to Dallas. So, needless to say, we had breakfast at the hotel breakfast restaurant. I ordered French toast and a side of bacon. It was good, nothing special about it, except that it was overpriced. The waitress was a bit scatterbrained, but she did let us get Jude whatever he wanted from the breakfast buffet, so that was nice. Nichole had ordered banana pancakes, knowing that they'd in no way compare to those from the Grasshopper Cafe. After a few bites she had this puzzled look on her face and stated: "These pancakes taste like they're sourdough." I had a bite, and sure enough, sourdough. So that was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finished breakfast and headed back to the hotel to collect our stuff. I forgot to mention something funny that Jude did last night. He was on the bed playing with Nichole's phone, sat up and said "Pad pad," which is how he says iPad. So we told him that Papa has it and that he might be able to see it tomorrow. Well, being the cute kid that he is, he leapt off the bed, stood in the middle of the room and declared "Papa, Papa! Pad pad!" Then he went to the hotel room phone, picked it up, said hello, muttered something, then bye. Nichole texted her parents this and they let him use it that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a bit turned around at Logan International Airport, and going through security, we found our gate and waited until it was time to board. In the meantime, I took up our last chance to partake of the yumminess of Dunkin Donuts by getting some coffee, and donuts for later. Time to board, fortunately the three of us were able to retain seats that were next to each other. The ride was fine, longer than I expected (I forgot mid-flight that we were going to Dallas and not Chicago). Jude got a bit restless right before the descent for landing but was then ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our layover in Dallas was only and hour so we barely had enough time to use the restroom, see about getting seats together (when we found out about the flight change, Nichole and Jude's seats were not assigned yet) and grab lunch from Subway. Nichole was not able to get three seats in the same row, her and Jude got in a two seat section right behind first class, so Jude had a good window and Nichole had plenty of leg room. I had an aisle seat about four rows back, so I was able to see them and grab anything from my bag that they needed with ease.  I was able to finish the book I started on the trip, Into the Wild. I enjoyed it, thought it was good and gave it 3 stars on http://www.goodreads.com. I do want to see movie that Sean Penn adapted from the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed about 5, San Diego time, grabbed our luggage while Pat got his explorer and headed back to their house where our car was. After spending a few minutes visiting with Gummy, and getting Jude an apple, we made our way home. Henry was hanging our with Stephanie (her and Andrew took care of him and our cat, Winston, while we were away). I unloaded the car and Stephanie invited us over for dinner. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice coming home and being with Henry and Winston. Of course, there was a lot more that I would like to have done, i.e. walk the Freedom Trail, go to Haverhill (where my maternal grandfather was from), go to a Red Sox game at Fenway, walk around the city more, go to the Boston Brewing Co. (where Samuel Adams is brewed), but I'm glad we did what we did, for the most part. I do miss Boston already though. I don't know exactly what it was, but I felt very comfortable there. It would take a couple of years to get acclomated to the wintery weather, but I'm pretty sure I could live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed spending time with Pat's family, I only wish there was more time to get to know them better. Being on vacation with family away from everyone's home makes it difficult for this to happen. Perhaps if we make it out to upstate New York (Greg's family) or to Burke, Virginia (the rest of the family) or if they came out to San Diego sometime, there would be a better chance for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great time with all the families, being with Nichole and Jude all day for 6 days in a row, eating delicious food and drinking yummy beers (that all gained me 3 pounds), experiencing such a historical city that was so critical to the foundation and formation of our country, being a spectator at the the Boston marathon, and getting away from work for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-2308444713154725215?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2308444713154725215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-day-5-travel-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/2308444713154725215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/2308444713154725215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-day-5-travel-day.html' title='From Day 6: Travel Day'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-3353762454235029660</id><published>2011-04-21T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:48:34.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 5</title><content type='html'>We had to meet our group at 9:30 again this morning, but before we could do this we had to drop our luggage off at Chris &amp; co.'s room. They were staying at the Constitution Inn a day later than we were. Salem was on today's agenda, so we took the shuttle to North Station again where we took a commuter rail about 20 miles north-east to Salem. Breakfast was Dunkin Donuts coffee and a donut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed to be a long ride, we finally arrived in Salem. It is a charming old city with a lot of high buildings. There are plenty of tourist and historical points of interest, but our group had wanted to check out the Salem Witch Trial Museum. The building itself looked pretty spectacular and so I thought so would be the tour. I was quite wrong. After waiting a long time, we all were allowed to enter a room and sit around a 9' red circle that had all the names of those who were hanged in the center. On each surrounding wall was a diorama of the events that lead up to and just after the hangings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting there, they narrated the event and highlighted the diorama as the narration continued. Once this was over, we were led through a hallway with statues of witches popular throughout history to demonstrate how they've evolved. There was a Celtic midwife, a stereotypical Halloween witch, and a modern day Wiccan dressed in ceremonial clothing. This, along with some other facts, just showcased what the museum's intensions were, tolerance, not the Salem witch trials. Then you exit through the gift shop which had a huge array of all things witch related....so go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240095350769426'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxtLq7RxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bHThqQ_6weY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we were all hungry so we decided to see what was around. Greg some how heard of this pizza place about 10-15 minutes away, so we headed in that direction. Salem is pretty neat, but if I had a nickel for every witch shop, museum, tour there was, I'd break even for this trip. Despite that, there was a really neat center street that was brick lain and surrounded by tall buildings, a majority that were over 200 years old. Finally we found the pizza place and with the thought that some were going to different places nearby and that Wendy and I just had pizza the night before, Pat, Wendy, Jude and I went next door to the Gulu-Gulu Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240116540188498'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxuam4J1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/OdUBhPSTaaI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gulu-Gulu Cafe describes itself as a European style cafe.  I would describe it as a cross between Hamilton's, Lestats, Claire De Lune, and Caffe Calabria. The menu features salads, beer, wine, meats, cheeses, wraps, paninis, and desserts. I originally selected the Jolly Pumpkin Madruga Obscura imperial stout on draught but they had just ran out. So reading the menu, a bottle of Stone Highway 78 scotch ale looked appealing. Come to find out, Highway 78 is a 2011 collaboration between 3 of San Diego's top breweries, Green Flash, Pizza Port Carlsbad, and Stone Brewing Co. Holy smokes was it delicious! For food, I ordered the Palermo panini (genoa salami, tomatoes, provolone and pepperoncinis). Sooooo gooood! Nichole got a creme brûlée latte and the Istanbul panini (turkey, mozzarella, tomatoes and pesto). Pat and Wendy each got a plate of toasted bread with a selection of meat and cheese. I had a sample, it it was equally delicious. Definitely will be coming back here if I am ever in the area again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240132129690274'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxvUrtEqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJ2JBXNcvEA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240150962292274'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxwa1vxjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CJ15RlAX5Wk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240166672913634'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxxVXc1OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ONcg-tBlMKs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240180918127554'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxyKbxi8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/aDUji6YzkhY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240197835558146'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxzJdNDQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jLJ0g38x2PA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after reconvening with our group, we walked around trying to figure out where to go next. We ended up at the House of Seven Gables. I don't know much about this house other than it is right on the water and was built in the 1600's. Walking through this area was neat because the streets were narrow and the houses were really old. We decided that it was getting later in the afternoon and the kids were getting tired, so we headed back to the train station. On our way there, we passed through the downtown area and I popped into a cafe while the others were checking out the shops. At Cafe Valdeverde, I had a Mayan spiced mocha and Nichole a caramel latte. They were good, I think I prefer Claire de Lune's Mexican mocha. Jude had a cookie, he was getting restless so I needed something to keep him at bay while we had our coffees. He fell asleep a few minutes later. On one hand it was nice because he slept a majority of his nap on the train but on the other hand he missed out on the last train ride of the stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240216662024018'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDx0PlyH1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/r5ubC7nAT7s/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason the rest of the group was staying a day later than we was because we decided it would be better to spend the last night at hotel that was a lot closer to the airport because our flight is in the morning. The Hilton is across the street. So, we went back to the hotel, bade our goodbyes, grabbed our luggage and took a car service to the hotel where we unloaded and rested in our room for 30-45 minutes. Being a Hilton, the hotel has a restaurant inside where we met Pat and Wendy for dinner. I was quite excited to see on the drink menu the Moscow mule. It has vodka, ginger ale (ginger beer is better), and lime. It was really good, but pales in comparison to that of El Dorado's back home (theirs has vodka, ginger beer, lime, and aromatic bitters). I ordered the Smoking Englishman burger, Colby, produce and bacon. It came with fries and it was a little pricey for the quality of the burger. Nichole had a sapphire royale (Bombay sapphire, cranberry juice and lemonade), and shrimp penne with pesto. Afterwards, we had coffee and shared a Boston creme pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240229940815842'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDx1BDsZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2YErCCPq3TI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240244387445954'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDx124CfMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cml_34UKRzI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240260381344674'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDx2ydSA6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bAlQMbiEDMs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5598240278413669154'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDx31ohcyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1P6gks4vLgI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was supposed to be warmer today, with a high of 56 degrees. With that in mind and with the sun shining through out window, I decided to forgo my peacoat and wore my thinner jacket. Well, it got colder and the wind picked up like crazy! I soon wished I had my peacoat (BTW, it is from H&amp;M and is made from recycled wool and I had a gift certificate so it only cost me $11!). apparently this area is seeing weather that is a bit colder than average for this time year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight takes off tomorrow around ten, I think. So,we will grab breakfast at the airport and make our way back home, via a layover in Chicago again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-3353762454235029660?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3353762454235029660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/3353762454235029660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/3353762454235029660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-5.html' title='Boston Day 5'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TbDxtLq7RxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bHThqQ_6weY/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-6881664271159524269</id><published>2011-04-20T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:21:58.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today was a bit more relaxed than yesterday; we didn't meet the other group until much later on. Rather than grabbing a coffee and pastry from the local Tadesci mart, we decided to see what breakfast establishment was good nearby. Nichole used Foursquare (a location based social network application on her phone) and the Grasshopper Cafe had really good reviews. After walking about 20 minutes through seemingly shady areas, nice row houses, and various shops, we came across the hole in the wall cafe. It was really nice! Super quiet and clean, and cutely decorated for Easter. Nichole, Wendy and I got coffee while Pat got some iced tea. The coffee was really good! I ordered the Towny Toast, 4 slices of cinnamon toast with a dollop of Bailey's whipped cream on top; Nichole got The Monument, 4 cinnamon pancakes covered in a cinnamon-banana sauce (imagine a banana pie filling).  Holy Moses! It was delicious! This was definitely worth the walk and highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887291399925234'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w1SiQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4_KaRecNWOs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887297333537090'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w1oo8qUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cgNOGFsHlcg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe was just a few minutes away from the Battle of Bunker Hill monument, so we made our way there. It was pretty amazing to stand atop Breed's Hill where the battle was fought (this hill was thought to have been Bunker Hill due to a cartographical mistake) where the Revolutionary War began. It is also the start of the Freedom Trial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887306681638258'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w2LdtXXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-1WbzTo_t1U/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole had wanted to go to the Isabella Steward Gardner Museum, which was located southwest of Boston.  So we made our way by subway to the museum, which is pretty close to North Eastern University. Isabella Stewart Gardner was an American art collector, philantropist, and one of the foremost female patron of the arts. Her home, of which she filled with works of art though out her lifetime, is now the museum. It is spectacular! Photos were not allowed, so I can't show you any, but there were amazing and breathtaking pieces from tapestries, wood carvings, stone carvings, paintings, furniture, etc. If you are ever in Boston, I highly recommend it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887308137597618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w2Q41irI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CSJeVC_XAOM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Double brick line though out Boston signifies the Freedom Trail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the museum, we decided to head back into town to grab some lunch. Pat had a good idea, that we eat at the original Cheers bar. On our way there, we walked through Boston Common Park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887315968254786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w2uDz40I/AAAAAAAAAFE/XkVGKXxc52U/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a street corner on Beacon Hill, where the Hampshire House restaurant is located, there was a bar called the Bull and the Finich. I couldn't find when or how it came  to be, but the name of the bar got changed to Cheers, where the TV show got its inspiration. I had the Boston Brick Red (Sam Adams Irish Red) Carla's petite burger, Nichole had a Woodchuck hard cider and Fraiser's chicken panini. It was all delicious and I would eat there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887316989655906'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w2x3VO2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/58WggMJ5S0s/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887322152146754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w3FGKl0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Q9keS7qmc5M/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887327852261810'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w3aVLcbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Vbi6jXQSkAk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back towards the park, but this time we went through the Boston Public Garden, which is adjacent to the Boston Common Park. In an effort to add more public parks and level some of the hilly area, Boston undertook several landfill projects from early on in the city's history. Boston Public Garden is one of the results of this. It is said that, while in Boston, if you are on a street that is narrow and curvy, it is probably original to the founding of the city; if it is wider and straight, it is built on landfill. One of the neat things of this park is that it is where the children's beloved story, Make Way for Ducklings, by Robert McClusky, takes place. To commorate this, there is a bronze statue of the ducks in the park. Also, across from this park is the State's capital building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887337801041570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w3_ZJxqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nu0b6jtPJvE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887338311002434'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w4BSvKUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K8feIEihaQ8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(State capital building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we soon found ourselves in what I think was Boston's financial district. It was really neat seeing reall old buildings and curvy streets next to newer buildings. We also stopped at a Dunkin Donuts for an afternoon coffee. The subway station was near by so we took it to where we needed to get off so we could meet up with the rest of the group for dinner. Or so we thought. Once we got on the subway, we realized that Jude had a poopy diaper blowout. Off to the hotel! Jude was a really good sport about getting all cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we met up with the group at Boston Beer Works, a local microbrewery,  near the North Station (subway stop by the TD Garden, where the Bruins and Celtics play) and where free shuttle drops us off/picks us up. I first had the Buckeye oatmeal stout. Super good! I think I prefer it over the one from the Brew House back home. For dinner, Wendy split a BBQ chicken pizza, whiich was also really good, even though it seemed it like it had an entire chicken on it. After the stout I had the Extra Special Red, which was good but a bit too hoppy for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887342278382066'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w4QEokfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gFUMeSQK-Yo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887349585122546'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w4rSslPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_aI8wHx5GP4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887351272613570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w4xlBpsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ENx68X3nuCg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597887358014437250'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w5KsZt4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/NfMwh2JBm2w/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we took the shuttle back to the hotel to retire for the night. Tomorrow we will meet up wit the group in the morning to head over to Salem and check out the with trial museum and site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-6881664271159524269?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6881664271159524269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6881664271159524269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6881664271159524269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-4.html' title='Boston Day 4'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta-w1SiQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4_KaRecNWOs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-6918420819179328027</id><published>2011-04-19T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:10:58.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 3</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty eventful. We started out by meeting in the lobby this morning to head over to the Museum of Science where we would board the duck tour. Again, we had to take a shuttle (which is free, I'm not sure why, and is provided by one of the hospitals), and the subway, which seems to be a nice and reliable mode of transportation. Everything was fine and dandy until we arrived at the museum and found out that we were an hour early.  So, we waited, and waited. Pat and Wendy decided to take Jude to the gift shop whir Nichole and I waited in the foyer of the museum and the rest of the group did whatever it was they did. Jude came back with Pat and Wendy with a package of dinosaurs, of which he was very proud and excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497930224213730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OtfH_nuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5Q2RTmAFayA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was time to line up for the tour, we waited some more and once it was time to board, we waited aboard, again. Finally, an hour and a half after what we thought was the boarding time,  "Jumpin Jim" introduced himself and the duck vehicle (originally was a WWII vehicle that was designed by civilians and laughed at by the military until they were in a bind and needed an amphibious vehicle) and began the tour. "Jim's" real name is Stephan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497937469261570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5Ot6HWRwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WGfKwkqPEr4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jude playing with his cousins on the duck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour was very fascinating and covered a good portion of Boston, pretty much showcasing it's history from settlement to now while showing points of interests to illustrate the timeline. Due to some reconstruction of a certain bridge, we only spent about 5% of the time actually in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497940068456018'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OuDzC1lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4rKRwz4nSc0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the tour was over and we were back at the museum, we thought we take the subway back to Government Square to find some food. We ended up at Quincy Market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497946974546370'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OudhlacI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M0daVPvkPfk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A side entrance to Quincy Market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the way from Quincy Market is Faneuil Hall, a marketplace and meeting hall used as a public forum.  As the city grew, so did the need for a larger marketplace. So, Quincy Market was constructed. Now it is pretty much and indoor food court, more like a corridor, with a huge array of different types of food. On either side of the market and enclosed in glass (think sun room) are vendor kiosks selling everything from cookies to Boston gear to trinkets and nick-knacks. I had fish and chips from Fisherman's Net while Nicole had a slice of cheese pizza from Regina Pizzeria, and Jude had macaroni and cheese. Nichole and I both had coffee and 'cinnamon flat tires' from Carol Anne's Bakery (they also sold a variety of lates). We ate separately from the rest of the group and reconvened afterwards to try and set up a reservation for Union Oyster Bar, the oldest functioning restaurant in America. They didn't have any room for us, so we made reservations for Legal Fish House, another popular seafood eatery, for a few hours later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497955901776018'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5Ou-yAIJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWk8utc-uro/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497960429072434'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OvPpZMDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5Og4XUJK5g0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time to kill we decided walk around and see what there was. We ended up checking out a few shops, the old state house, Faneuil Hal, the Old Corner Bookstore (now defunct, the oldest brick building in America), and finally ended up at a Dunken Donuts for some coffee. From there we made our way to meet up with the rest of the group to head over to the restaurant. I was going to get fish and chips again because I didn't care for their fish selection and I do not like non-fish seafood. But I decided to get blackened tuna sashimi and Allagash white to drink. Delicious! Nichole got a garlic shrimp scampi. Once we were full and finished, we made our way back to the subway (Jude is so ecstatic every time we ride one), and the shuttle (in a very roundabout way) to head back to our hotel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497961015296930'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OvR1KQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/813rK3266Us/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497965113909314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OvhGWIEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G5vNQZUE0yE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597497977479902914'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OwPKoNsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fwg9IyeNI3w/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the pedestrian streets near our hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I haven't mentioned the weather yet. When we landed Sunday afternoon, it was sunny and windy, in the 50's. As the afternoon turned to evening it became more overcast and chilly. Monday started out really nice, high 50's to low 60's with plenty of sunshine. That changed very quickly to very cloudy and very windy, low 50's  possibly to high 40's. I woke up this morning to grey skies and raindrops on our skylight. The rest of the day was like that, grey and wet, in the 40's. It never rained hard, but lightly off and on throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the other part of the group will be meeting early to head over to the children's museum (it is supposed to be really good) because Sue's cousin and her kids are leaving a day earlier than everyone else. Nichole, Jude and I will be meeting Pat and Wendy for breakfast and then we will take a trolley tour that will let us get on and off as we please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-6918420819179328027?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6918420819179328027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6918420819179328027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6918420819179328027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-3.html' title='Boston Day 3'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ta5OtfH_nuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5Q2RTmAFayA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-6526982572645153550</id><published>2011-04-18T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:46:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 2</title><content type='html'>I woke up late because I didn't realize the alarm clock was set to pm, not am. Hurriedly I took a shower and we got ready to meet our group in the lobby. From there we took a shuttle bus, a subway, and a passenger train (similar to our Coaster) to the halfway point of the marathon. While waiting for the train, Nichole and I grabbed breakfast from a Dunken Donuts express. We both got coffees (note: if you want it black, like I, you need to express it, otherwise they cream and sugar it for you), and donuts. Nichole got a chocolate frosted and I got a Boston Kreme, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120426301708946'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3X3bL2pI/AAAAAAAAADs/3CYLB71Hocs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude loved every minute of the trip on the three different modes of transportation!  Before we embarked on our trip we had told him that we would be riding a bus and then a train. In response, he say "Bus! Train!" whenever anyone would ask him a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120444281197346'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3Y6Z1EyI/AAAAAAAAADw/Tk4JMURacM0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neat getting a little survey of Massachusetts, en route to the halfway point of the marathon. I have no idea what architectural style the homes were but they were A-framed with gables and such. Again, I don't know what they were, but seeing the old buildings was really neat. Jude just stared out the window nearly the entire way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120450246001234'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3ZQn8wlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N3epU-U8tHE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The halfway point was located in Wellesley. The marathon itself starts in Hopkinton and goes through seven more towns: Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley, Newton, Brookline, and Boston. In Boston, the marathon ends in Copley Square, alongside the Boston Public Library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120471418881746'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3aff9RtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/APmj5qnGS7Y/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boston Public Library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120487538989090'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3bbjSmCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sHAhNqoXcE4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120499679774178'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3cIx4ReI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S7HPtUbVdjY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Wellesley, Sue not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Wellesley for maybe 30-45min before we saw Sue and headed back to Boston were we made our way (after going in circles) to the T family meeting area (Thoen is Sue's last name). Jude fell asleep on the train and stayed asleep for awhile after we made it back to Boston. After waiting for maybe an hour, hour and a half, Sue finished after doing a great job (4hrs 11mins with an average mile of about 9 minutes) and she met her congratulating group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we made our way back on the subway and shuttle to get to our hotel only to make a detour back the the Tavern on the Water were we had dinner. I had a sirloin steak tip sandwich and another Boston lager. After full bellies, we headed over to Pat and Wendy's room were we stopped America's bakery were we got espresso drinks and dessert items. Pat and Wendy invited us to their room were we consumed our after dinner treats and hung out while Jude watched a movie and played on the iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120506563186274'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3cibAzmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/g1v82T_zlEc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(View of downtown Boston from the marina where Tavern on the Water is located)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120518932177378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3dQgAoeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pe8867-I4LA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='214' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sirloin steak tip sandwich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5597120533266852802'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3eF5qa8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KhXJKvAOUZw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will embark on a duck tour, which is pretty much the same thing as San Diego's seal (amphibious vehicle) tour.  After that, we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-6526982572645153550?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6526982572645153550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6526982572645153550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/6526982572645153550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-2.html' title='Boston Day 2'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Taz3X3bL2pI/AAAAAAAAADs/3CYLB71Hocs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-2643649636968449791</id><published>2011-04-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:49:27.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 1</title><content type='html'>3:45am came pretty quickly this morning after going to sleep about 10:45pm. Jude actually did really well waking and getting up so early, probably because we already primed him for the plane ride. The first thing he said when he woke up was "Plane!" We got to the airport, car unloaded, baggage checked, through security in time to grab some coffee and pastries before boarding the plane. Jude was supper excited, especially once in the air and he could look out the window and see the land below and wing to the side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5596750230941013954'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TaumrqPTF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/zkgfzS1eecc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course his excitement didn't last the entire flight from San Diego to Chicago, where we had a layover. Fortunately, there was a kind teacher sitting in front of Jude who lent him his iPad, which was chock full of games. Jude also learned how to say Chicago, which was really cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brief stay in Chicago was really more like a moment. With only an hour between landing and take off, we barely had time to use the rest room, change Jude's diaper and grab a to-go sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5596750240211122754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TaumsMxdukI/AAAAAAAAADg/GhBzkFfU9Yg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Chicago to Boston was nicer. It was shorter (3 hours SD to Chi, 1 1/2 Chi to Bos), and both Jude and Nichole fell asleep for majority of the flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the quieter flight, I was able to get a good section read of Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer. It is the story of Christopher McCandless, the young man found dead in the Alaskan wilderness after spending a couple years roaming the U.S from Atlanta. I really like it so far. Into the Wild is one of books from the Art of Manliness list of 100 books every man should read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After landing, getting our baggage, waiting for our shuttle, and driving through Boston, we finally checked into our hotel, The Constitution Inn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is operated by the YMCA  and is located in the Charlestown area of Boston. This is from Wikipedia: &lt;br /&gt;     Charlestown is a neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts, United States,[1] and is located on a peninsula north of downtown Boston. Charlestown was originally a separate town and the first capital of the Massachusetts Bay Colony; it became a city in 1847 and was annexed by Boston on January 5, 1874. While it has had a substantial Irish American population since the migration of Irish during the Irish famine of the 1840s, since the late 1980s the neighborhood has changed dramatically because of its proximity to downtown and its colonial architecture.&lt;br /&gt;http://wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlestown,_Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5596750250382103666'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TaumsyqalHI/AAAAAAAAADk/3auJaVRt0WE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not our hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got settled in our room we met up with Pat and Wendy walked to a near by tavern/restaurant, Tavern on the Water. There we met up with everyone else: Pat's Aunt Terri and Uncle Bob; their 3 kids: Chris, Cindy and Greg; Chris's husband, Tom, two of her kids: Courtney and Will (both older); two of Cindy's kids; Greg's wife Sue (who is running the marathon) and their 4 kids (all young, one just 3 months older than Jude); finally, Sue's father David. So, at the Tavern, I ordered fish and chips and Sam Adams Boston lager. All of it was delicious, I'll take New England fish and chips over that from the west coast any time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the marathon and I have no idea what we are doing for it or what else we will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5596750266363806098'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TaumtuMwAZI/AAAAAAAAADo/-PYPcTsj5ec/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-2643649636968449791?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2643649636968449791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/2643649636968449791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/2643649636968449791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/boston-day-1.html' title='Boston Day 1'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/TaumrqPTF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/zkgfzS1eecc/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-791952799469671465</id><published>2011-03-04T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:28:17.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Improvement</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and tonight  I think there was a flame that was lit under my ass to get me going in the direction I want to go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most of my responsible life, I haven't been all that motivated to do beyond what I naturally do. And what I normally tend to do is above average. For example, I would get good grades in high school and college without putting in too much work or effort. Because of this, I have been able to get by, so I never saw a need to better myself.  When I married Nichole, I should have realized that because I would no longer be responsible for just myself, I should have made an effort to better myself, so that I would be able to do what is best for us. But I did not. Next thing I knew Jude was born and now it is not just me and Nichole but Jude as well. So now that I am responsible for helping to shape and mold this new soul, one would think I would get things figured out. But no. There is this man that I want to be, that I want Jude to look up to but I am not him. Wanting to be someone and being that person are two different things. My mother always said: "Wish in one hand, spit in the other. See which one fills up first." I can no longer just want to be that person. I need to start making the decisions that person would make. Once I start this, the decisions will be easier to make because I will start to become that person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an awesome website called the ArtofManliness.com. One of there things is a series of articles entitled "30 Days to Be a Better Man." I'll go in to more detail about it later, but for starters, day 1 is define your core values. I have narrowed my core values to these 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Integrity (incorporating honesty, trust, &amp;amp; dependability)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-791952799469671465?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/791952799469671465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-improvement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/791952799469671465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/791952799469671465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-improvement.html' title='Self-Improvement'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-5812013923629999936</id><published>2009-10-08T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:25:44.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip: Day 5</title><content type='html'>This morning we woke up on time and made our way to the free breakfast. I know, I know, it's not the greatest but when one is trying to get to an amusement park near opening time and already is expecting close to $25 for two people each meal, a free breakfast is great, no matter how not so great the food is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar. I forgot to note that Jude actually slept to about 8:20 this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop this morning was one of those unsightly tourist gift shops "that smells like China." Pat wanted to get one of those spray bottles that feature a fan on top of the sprayer, to create a mist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Hollywood Studios, formerly known as The MGM Studios.  I won't be going into too much detail about this park becuase we were only there for about half a day and I didn't get a chance to get a feel for it. So, here is what we did. Once we arrived we went over to one of the sections to experience Muppet Vision 3D. There is one at Disneyland's California Adventure that we have seen before, but we thought Jude would enjoy it. This is a cute show with special "4D" effects, e.g. when there is a splash on screen, water is sprayed into the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we checked out a special effects themed Indiana Jones show. It was fun, showing us how some effects are done off screen. Annd after this we did another show, Hollywood Studios has a lot of shows. This one was based on a show that originated in Disneyland Paris and featured car themed stunts. I recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude fell asleep during this show while Nichole was with him outside. So Pat and Wendy were kind enough to watch him while Nichole and I went a little ride that was themed after various classic movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we decided that since we got the park hopper ticket we should make our way over to the Magic Kingdom, the Disney World counter-part to Disneyland. The set up is similar to Disneyland, a Main Street USA which leads to a statue in the center if the park with the different lands surrounding. The lands are the same for the most part, Adventurland, Frontierland, Fantasyland and Tomorrowland. However, MK doesn't have New Orleans Square but Liberty Square.  While the lands are the same, the way they are laid out are different, as are the rides. MK has a few rides that DL doesn't have, like Country Bear Jamboree; while DL has rides that MK doesn't have, like the Matterhorn Bobsleds and Mr.Toad's Wild Ride.  And while they both have some of the same rides, one at MK may differ slightly from the one at DL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was make our way over to Tomorrowland, which is vastly different and larger than DL, to catch the Carosel of Progress. After that neat little animatronic-starring show was over we went on the Tomorrowland Transit Authority, which is a little tram that took us around Tomorrowland. Our final stop in this futuristic place was the Buzz Lightyear laser ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way over to Fantasyland to exeperience the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. The Country Bear Jamboree was next. This animatronic show used to be in DL untill the Pooh ride replaced it. However, if you ride the one in DL, look up behind you as you enter the honey room and you will find a tribute to the Jamboree. Pirates of the Carribbean was next. This, too, was different from the one in DL, but still quite enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Small World was the next attraction; it, of course, was different but still cute. Since we still had about 20 minutes until the park closed, we thought we'd check out Mickey's PhillharMagic, a 4D show featuring some of the more popular Disney songs, such as "I Just Can't Wait To Be King," "A Whole New World," and the Fantasia theme. At this point Jude was really sleepy and needed to nurse, so Pat, Wendy, and I went on Peter Pan's Flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 o'clock had rolled around so it was time to leave. Imagine Main Street USA filled with people all trying to exit at the same time. Yeah, it sucked. And so was the long throng of people trying to get to the monorail. Oh, I forgot that part. WDW is so huge and the MK is so far from Hollywood Studios, it takes a bus and the monorail to get from one to the other. So, people are stupid and everyone will be able to get to where hey need to be. However, apparently some think that they absolutely have to be first and that they are entitled to push their way through a million people all trying to get to the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar. What was really interesting to observe while at WDW was the number of Orthodox Jews. I have never seen so many all in one place I all my life. Of all the families we saw, a number of them were young, the fathers a bit older and the child counter was more on the higher side. It'd be fascinating to learn more about them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a bit. We made it to the hotel where Jude slept while we got packed and slept as well. One flight down and one to go and we will be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5390405330526509730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ss6RFqlnmqI/AAAAAAAAACo/qQQl4kWkA4E/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella's Castle (unlike Sleeping Beauty's at DL, one cannot walk through it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-5812013923629999936?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5812013923629999936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/5812013923629999936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/5812013923629999936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-5.html' title='Florida Trip: Day 5'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ss6RFqlnmqI/AAAAAAAAACo/qQQl4kWkA4E/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-8526063013159455205</id><published>2009-10-06T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:45:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Easy morning.  Woke up and had the free breakfast at the hotel. I know now why it is free. It includes your typical hotel serve yourself breakfast. Cereals, yogurt, breakfast meats, baked goods, etc...  My word though, the "juice" was pretty much apple or orange flavored water. But, again, it was free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude has been doing really well. I'm not sure if he is used to trips now or if it is just his easy going nature. That being said, ever since he realized he could walk help-free, that is all that kid wants to do.  I'm sure those of you of whom has experience with kids knows that is adults tend to walk a wee bit faster than them. Needless to say there were many times today where he was upset because someone was carrying him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing about Jude, he absolutely loves his Papa. When he is not nursing, walking, or in his stroller, he wants to be with Pat. Once he is with him, he could care less about any of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay. So, today we went to Epcot. We were planning on taking the van from the hotel, but there are no strollers allowed and it is offered at only 8:30 am and 12:30 pm. That is stupid. Epcot is quite grand upon entering. Spaceship Earth (the huge globe) is huge. The first thing we did was ride  in Spaceship Earth which was narrated by Judy Dench and took us on a history lesson of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epcot is divided into two main sections laid out in an hour glass form. The first half is Future World and it includes Spaceship Earth and about 4 or 5 "attractions" with such themes as innovations, the environment, land, and sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second hour glass section is the World Showcase and it consists of the following countries surrounding the Showcase Lagoon:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Mexico &lt;br /&gt;- Norway &lt;br /&gt;- China &lt;br /&gt;- Germany &lt;br /&gt;- Italy &lt;br /&gt;- The American Adventure &lt;br /&gt;- Japan &lt;br /&gt;- Morocco &lt;br /&gt;- France &lt;br /&gt;- United Kingdom &lt;br /&gt;- Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each country has shops and eateries that are authentic to where they represent. Some even feature a small, slow moving water ride. What is really neat is that the crew members who opperate each country is actually from that country.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was the World Showcase. Let me pause here a moment and say that at 10 am, the humidity was extremely high and the sun was just beating down.  It would take too long to highlight what all we did there, so I will just include the main ones. Epcot is undergoing their food and wine expo. This means that there are several state fair sized booths from all over the globe, not just what is represented in the Showcasw, that feature food and wine from those places. We did not partake of this event, however, we did partake of the Beer Hop (I hope they intended a pun).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two side by side booths that feature 8 beers from all over the world. The idea is that you receive a passport and get to sample 4oz of 4 beers of your choice. Wendy and I did this together, so by the time we were done, we tried all 8 beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next highlight was lunch. We ate in Germany at the Biergarten or beer garden. This was a traditional eating hall that featured a buffet of traditional German food, schnitzels, spatzels, sausages, pretzel rolls, etc...  Delicious. Needless to say I had a 1/2 liter of the Opitmator, a dark German beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a see a couple Circlevision 360 films. You stand in a circular room with 10 screens around you that are all syncronized to play together. Really neat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the America area, coinciding with the expo, the Boston Beer Co. had a 20 minute history lesson of the company/explanation of the brewing process/beer tasting. We tasted about 2oz of 4 of their beers. We each got a bottle opener key chain, and yes, Nichole actually partook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Showcase we went to the Sea area for a couple Finding Nemo related attractions, the three of us really enjoy that movie. Next we headed back to the Showcase for a quick bite and to see the light show on the Lagoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for tonight. I'm tired so I'm ending this, some of this may not make sense, so let me know if there are any questions or if you want me to expand on something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5389699236213726226'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SswO5kS2nBI/AAAAAAAAACk/aTt-jJImSfs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crest on the bottom left represents the area in Germany my great-grandmother is from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-8526063013159455205?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8526063013159455205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/8526063013159455205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/8526063013159455205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-4.html' title='Florida Trip: Day 4'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SswO5kS2nBI/AAAAAAAAACk/aTt-jJImSfs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-3806057521813896914</id><published>2009-10-05T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:13:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Another reason why I love my wife. As I sit down to write this I hear "Farve is is kicking his old team's ass. "  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on with day 3. We actually got up at a decent time, 8, and began to get ready. Jude and Nichole went downstairs so I could pack. We met up with Pat and Wendy and made are way to the day's breakfast location. The Waffle House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you have heard of the infamous breakfast chain that seems to have locations in every state, except for the one I live in. I'll admit it, I really do enjoy this place. I'm not sure exactly why, but I do. Jim Gaffigan is an extremely funny comedian who does a Waffle House bit, I suggest you find a way to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we all order the special: 2 eggs, 2 slices of toast, grits, bacon or sausage, waffle or biscuits &amp; gravy, all for $6.99. Needless to say I order the waffle and bacon. Holy crap. Apparently most people like crispy bacon, I could care less for it, but these were crispy strips of carbon. Everything else was really good. The clientele of this chain includes, but is not limited to, haggard bikers (and their drug-skinny-tattooed-spikey hair SOs), older folk, folk that could be seen on COPS and out of towners. Well, it is cheap, fast and pretty good considering what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left we made our way from Clearwater to Orlando. So, if none of you looked at a map, Clearwater is on the west coast sort of near the middle of the state. Orlando is about 1 1/2 hour to the east and I believe to the north as well. Lake Mary (where Pat's aunt lives) is northeast of Orlando by about 45 minutes. Florida is very flat compared to SoCal. In my opinion, it's quite weird be because you can see everything for miles. On our way to Orlando we passed by Dinosaur World and upon entering Orlando there was a metal power pole in the shape of Mickey ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando is interesting. There are a lot of large, tall buildings and touristy shops. As far as the shops are concerned, it's like Anaheim, but on steroids. What is also interesting to observe is that it seems the economy drop hit harder in Florida than many parts of the country. There are numerous shops, restaraunts, attractions that we have seen that have been closed, for what looks like quite awhile. On the brighter side, I guess, I have seen more green driving from Clearwater/Tampa and around Orlando and Lake Mary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat's aunt, Chickie, is really nice and hospitable. She is the oldest of the six kids, Chickie, Dalores, Art, Joan, Louie, Terry.  Dalores died years ago and Pat's mom, Joan, about five ago. I've went with Nichole and her parents a few years ago to Virginia to visit and meet Terry, super nice and has done extensive geneology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough family rambling. We had a nice visit with Chickie. She lives in a really nice gated condo community about 15 minutes away from her adopted son, Tim. Her husband past a couple of years ago. Chickie made a yummy dinner, with dessert and we were off, after spending a few hours catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel we said goodnight to Pat and Wendy and retired to our rooms only to be disturbed by our rumbling tummies. So while Nichole had quiet time with Jude trying to get him to sleep I was on a mission to find snacks. Our room had a mini frig and micro, but there was no pantry to purchase snacks (like others we have stayed in with mini appliances). So I ask the front desk if there was a convenience store I could walk to (the rental was in Pat's name). Bless her soul, the woman at the desk informed me that there was a Walgreens aways away, but in walking distance. I googled it, yeah, try 15 minutes. But I stumbled upon a Winn-Dixie that Google said was 5 minutes away, it was really 15. I couldn't imagine the far the Walgreens really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late and we are going to Epcot tomorrow, so goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5389335405931398658'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SsrD_236BgI/AAAAAAAAACg/VwwRhbOBlcs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-3806057521813896914?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3806057521813896914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/3806057521813896914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/3806057521813896914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-3.html' title='Florida Trip: Day 3'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SsrD_236BgI/AAAAAAAAACg/VwwRhbOBlcs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-7088882474813638015</id><published>2009-10-04T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:19:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Woke up today at 8:30 to find Nichole and Jude dead asleep, so what do I do? Yep, go back to sleep!  Finally woke up about 9:45 to a call from Wendy. Once we were all up, Pat and Wendy took the Judebug so Nichole and I could get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all set to go, we headed over to Einstein Bros bagels for a small breakfast, we would be eating a little bit later at Pats's step-aunt's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting to note that the Clearwater/St.Petersburg area is pretty heavily populated. There is a lot more greenery than in San Diego, but definately a lot less than say, Virginia. Also, there are a million coves, harbors, etc..., take a look at a map. I also noticed that there are quite a lot of strip clubs and various adult stores.  A couple of other things to notice is that there aren't as many freeways like in CA and chain restaraunt are pretty prominent and there are many of the same ones closer together, e.g. there will be two Applebees on the same road only a mile apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after breakfast we drove around St.Petersburg/ St.Pete Beach area awhile before realizing that we really needed to be about 35 miles opposite of the direction we were going. Needless to say we were about 45 minutes late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homes in Palm Harbor were a bit on the larger side, close to the 3,000 square foot range, I would guess. Margie's (Pat's step-aunt) house was two story but with the design of the layout and closed staircase, one would never have known. Once there we were greeted with good ol' Southern hospitality, complete with y'alls and all. We had a lovely time with Pat's step-mom, Carol, (his dad had pased a few years ago, it's nice he stays in touch with her); her sister, Margie, her family of two; brother John &amp; his family of seven; daughter Debbie &amp; her daughter; and Pat's niece, Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol has MS pretty severly, and completely dependant on others for everything. But she does have a motorized wheelchair, a handicap van so whoever is able to drive her can,  and she lives at an assisted living facility. It's nice how her family is so helpful and, as I above mentioned, that Pat and Cristina stay in contact with her even though they aren't really related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that nice visit we went back to the hotel with a sleeping child so he could sleep and we could chill out for a bit. Needless to say, the child didn't sleep for much longer. So after some deliberation we had dinner at Cody's Steakhouse. A charming little chain that had "Hot Steaks and Cold Beer." They did. And mini pails of peanuts to enjoy and throw the shells on the floor and butcher paper as the table cloth. I didn't catch the server's name, he was nice, but a character to say the least.  Wendy ordered a Sam Adams that came in a paper bag. I ordered a New Castle and was offered the small or the large, I chose large. Expecting a 22-24 oz pilsner l was quite surprised when this ginormous 32oz mug was placed in front of me.  After endless yeast rolls, New York strip steaks, pork chops and a grilled Rosemary chicken, and yes, the ginormous beer we wen back to the hotel pretty full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole, Jude and I said goodnight to Pat and Wendy and retired to our hotel room for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's agenda will start at the quintessential east coast breakfast chain, The Waffle House, followed by the hour and a half drive to the Orlando area to visit with Pat's aunt and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5388950299300284242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ssllvs4HR1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VN9qLs0uf-s/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-7088882474813638015?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7088882474813638015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/7088882474813638015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/7088882474813638015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/florida-trip-day-2.html' title='Florida Trip: Day 2'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/Ssllvs4HR1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VN9qLs0uf-s/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-5831902238294666774</id><published>2009-10-03T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:12:19.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip: Day 1</title><content type='html'>So here we are in Clearwater, FL. It wasn't that bad of a day considering spending 11 hours on a plane/in an airport. Here is how the day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4:30, got ready and was at the airport a little before 6:30.  Jude was a real good sport about getting woken up around 5:30. Our first flight was just a commuter to LAX. Nothing too special about it, except for the stereotypical blonde flight attendant who talked funny and looked like she just walked out of a porno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there for a short while we boarded and were on our way to Dallas/Fort Worth. Jude did really well, he actually fell asleep before take off. He also made friends with a sassy, but in a friendly way, attendant. I dozed too and before I knew it, we were about to descend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at DFW we met up with Jude's Grams and Papa (Nichole's parents). Jude was all about Papa today. We ate at TGI Fridays, actually my first time, since we had a few hours to kill. Once we were full and a glass of beer consumed we took off to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking Jude decided to surprise us. He was walking with Papa and decided to walk all by himself!  That was exciting, we even got it on film &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waiting and being "helped" by a very unhelpful coffee vender it was time to board. This flight was longer but Nichole, Jude and I all fell asleep. We woke to a cranky Judebug who was calmed with puffs and Monsters Inc. Also, we were unapologeticly passed by the beverage cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally arrived in Tampa around 8pm, 5pm San Diego time. The temperature was about 80 with pretty high humidity. We got our rental car, ate at Cracker Barrel and now are tired, full and ready to sleep as soon as Jude falls asleep =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. More tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/114752527777375084775/BurlyMulligan?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDcpODf4u2IzgE#5388592833518039682'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SsggodEO8oI/AAAAAAAAACY/yFtpWMZWZn4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-5831902238294666774?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5831902238294666774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SsggodEO8oI/AAAAAAAAACY/yFtpWMZWZn4/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-7445692616673513070</id><published>2009-09-12T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:10:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forethoughts on the Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Forethoughts on the Aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flame&lt;br /&gt;Flickers and shines&lt;br /&gt;That soft glow&lt;br /&gt;It creates dancing&lt;br /&gt;Silhouettes upon the page&lt;br /&gt;You dip your&lt;br /&gt;Pen of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Into the well of ideas&lt;br /&gt;To give birth&lt;br /&gt;To those words of feelings&lt;br /&gt;On this thin wood&lt;br /&gt;You empty all that&lt;br /&gt;You have placed&lt;br /&gt;And hidden in that&lt;br /&gt;Bloody muscle of yours&lt;br /&gt;Everything you thought&lt;br /&gt;To be true and&lt;br /&gt;Know to be right&lt;br /&gt;Was spewn upon?&lt;br /&gt;The paper&lt;br /&gt;As if the artist&lt;br /&gt;Was splattering his&lt;br /&gt;Aggression and angst&lt;br /&gt;Of color onto canvas&lt;br /&gt;Soon the ink&lt;br /&gt;Became swirled&lt;br /&gt;With the salty&lt;br /&gt;Fluid of weeping eyes&lt;br /&gt;And then you write a&lt;br /&gt;Word which opens&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And gave you being&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit is lifted&lt;br /&gt;As you tip&lt;br /&gt;The candle over the page&lt;br /&gt;The wax drips&lt;br /&gt;With certainty&lt;br /&gt;To create your seal&lt;br /&gt;Your seal of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is daring to open it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-7445692616673513070?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7445692616673513070/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-9151905617607946910</id><published>2009-09-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:42:03.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daloris</title><content type='html'>Daloris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a box this day&lt;br /&gt;Its contents:&lt;br /&gt;An old charming picture frame&lt;br /&gt;And only this picture&lt;br /&gt;Will fit&lt;br /&gt;Our photograph&lt;br /&gt;We both can see it&lt;br /&gt;So perfect, so complete&lt;br /&gt;But only one can place it there&lt;br /&gt;It is up to Him&lt;br /&gt;Our photographer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-9151905617607946910?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-7239024003831230088</id><published>2009-09-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:56:00.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Automobile</title><content type='html'>Automobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took off so fast&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;As you look in your mirror&lt;br /&gt;What is behind?&lt;br /&gt;Now look ahead&lt;br /&gt;Do you see those signs?&lt;br /&gt;They are there&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or you will crash&lt;br /&gt;And when you do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve always been&lt;br /&gt;Even before the day&lt;br /&gt;You left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-7239024003831230088?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-2381379086735071285</id><published>2009-09-09T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:24:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abandoned Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come through&lt;br /&gt;An earthly portal&lt;br /&gt;Into this world&lt;br /&gt;Of pain, of suffering&lt;br /&gt;Heartaches and death&lt;br /&gt;But amidst all this&lt;br /&gt;From time to time&lt;br /&gt;We see a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Of whom we came from&lt;br /&gt;Yet we voluntarily blink&lt;br /&gt;It away into non-existence&lt;br /&gt;And when we do&lt;br /&gt;The day turns cold&lt;br /&gt;And starts to rain&lt;br /&gt;Tears of loneliness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w.e.b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Heaven'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-972295855964689558</id><published>2009-02-11T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:32:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoled</title><content type='html'>This is stoled from my sister. I will continually update this blog with random facts about me. My goal would be to compile these facts and place them in paper form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My alter ego is Burly Mulligan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am quite impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first Valentine's day I shared with my wife, I bought her black boots and we went and saw mewithoutYou. My wife wore the boots (they had heels) in the crowd. It was an awesome sight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I am seriously and extremely mad, I am intensely quiet....and often times I won't to break something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I know that I am intelligent. Often, I feel too smart to do things like study and read for class. I am a good test taker and can quickly study before tests and fare well, provided if I have been going to class. If not, then I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My son is changing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Here is a sad one: I am pretty sure that my mom cheated on my dad, I would assume because of the choices he had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Seborrrhea is on the same scale as leprosy, the opposite end. I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My first real kiss was when I was 18 on the night of the day I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I seriously could not ask for better in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I recently  just learned to ride my bike without holding on to the handles. If I could, that is how I would always ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The above image is one of my favorites- and I made it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My favorite book is The Giver, by  Lowis Lowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I spent a year at a private Christian university. It would have been nice to finish there, but I do not regret not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am a twin, love it and could not imagine anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-972295855964689558?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/972295855964689558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/stoled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/972295855964689558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/972295855964689558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/stoled.html' title='Stoled'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766029785657219973.post-1707621283404505771</id><published>2009-02-09T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:17:15.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766029785657219973-1707621283404505771?l=jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1707621283404505771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/1707621283404505771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1766029785657219973/posts/default/1707621283404505771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonasheardmusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog.'/><author><name>BurlyMulligan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17287557320870121342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPKpjwGKrNU/SqhJFqrgpcI/AAAAAAAAABY/yF5wCA4RTlY/S220/100_1511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
