We woke up fairly early yesterday so we could pack up and
drive over to Staunton to meet Reese Roper and his family for church. I have
known Reese since sixth grade. He also made up part of the contingent of kids
from southeast Denver that trekked to East for high school. I tell my children
often that what other people think of them is none of their business. To me,
Reese always embodied this idea. I remember when he ran for head boy at
East, he thought it would be funny to put on a puppet show in front of the
whole school instead of giving a typical speech. It was funny, and Reese didn’t
win. After several unsuccessful attempts to park in front of Reese’s house, one
involving me hitting a telephone pole with some part of the RV (perhaps the
awning), we decided we’d park in a more RV-friendly spot and meet the Ropers at
church. We worshipped together at the Trinity Episcopal Church, which Reese’s
three year old daughter refers to as the whisper church. It was an enjoyable
service and we moved on to brunch. We had a great meal at the Byers Street
Bistro and had a good chance to catch up with Reese and Amy. Hopefully they
will move back to Denver in the near future.
After brunch we loaded back up for the drive to Winston-Salem.
It was fairly uneventful but for some schmo that decided he would use the gas
pump as a parking place while he ran in for lunch, leaving us waiting behind
him for 10 or 15 minutes until Jll went in to wrangle him. Our RV park in NC is the
worst one we’ve stayed in so far. Upon checking in, Jll was instructed by the
owner that if we could just keep our fireworks, firearms, liquor, and foul
language in check we’d get along fine. We unloaded quickly and got the hell out
of here to head into Uncle Bruce’s house. Uncle Bruce had set out a spread of
fruits and cheeses for us and he gave us a tour of his home before heading to
dinner at the Village Tavern. Apparently the restaurant has another located in
Broomfield, but I’ve never been there. We enjoyed dinner and were able to catch
up with Uncle Bruce. He invited us back to his house for pie, which we declined
so he loaded us up with peanut butter cookies for the ride home. Luckily we
didn’t hear any fireworks, firearms, or foul language last night and we all
slept well.
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