
Happy 31st Birthday big brother! I hope you ate some baskin robbins mint chocolate chip ice cream cake for me!
"Very well written...articulate, observant, and often cleverly satirical." --Mom
People were running every which way, with the exception of the police standing at their posts with their machine guns and everyone looked terrified. I ran to our offices designated spot and waited for my other co-workers. I remember my friend Emily yelling at me because I didn't remember to bring the annunciator thingy. I can't remember at what point we found out that there was a plane that was headed towards the restricted air space around the Capitol. It was then I realized that the sound of the alarm was the same I had heard when watching movies about WWII...It was an air raid alarm. At some point we learned that although a plane had entered restricted air space it was not a threat. The Governer of Kentucky's plane had encountered some problems with the transmitter and was given the go ahead to fly in the air space around the Capitol but unfortunately the information was not relayed to the Capitol police. Abbie and I were reunited and as we were both shaken up by the events, we decided that we'd feel better about watching the proceedings from the comfort and safety of our own living room.
As you know, President Reagans casket was lain in state in the rotunda of the US Capitol. Here's a little history lesson for you, President Ford will be the 31st person to lay in state or honor. In most instances, the coffin is laid on Abraham Lincoln's catafalque which is otherwise kept in the tomb (originally intended to be the resting place of George and Martha Washington) directly below the rotunda. I also learned (although I'm not sure if it's true or not) that because President Reagans coffin was so heavy, I believe it was lined in marble, the catafalque had to be reinforced so that it didn't collapse under the pressure.



Surprisingly, Amanda consented and the Lewises and I packed up the mini and begun the 6 hour drive before the sun rose on Thanksgiving morning. It was such a beautiful drive, or at least it would have been 4 weeks earlier when the leaves were still on the trees. Some highlights from the roadtrip include the mini Statue of Liberty in the middle of a lake or river and an amazing stretch of river (I once knew the name of the river, but can't recall) that was the most beautiful shade of emerald green. With the trees on the shore that still had some bright red leaves on the branches it was truly breathtaking. If only we were able to easily pull off the side of the road to take pictures of it! We made it to Denny's house in one piece and were greeted by my cousin Betsy and her friend Clara, not to mention bowls full of reeces pieces, chocolate donuts and honey roasted peanuts. Because of an oven snafu, we had several hours to kill before the meal, so the kids entertained themselves by making their own place settings, eating M&M's (except the blue ones...Betsy is morally opposed to blue M&M's and removed them from the bag) from the red M&M guy dispenser, and playing the player piano (which got REALLY old, REALLY fast). Once the 50 pound turkey (which clearly is an exaggeration but not by a lot...) was fully cooked we all gathered for a delicious meal. Afterwards I had a nice nap (while everyone else cleaned up...sorry everybody) and then we had a dessert of pumpkin and banana cream pie. Unfortunately Matt had to work the following day, so the Lewises loaded up the car to make the trek back to Virginia. My plan was to spend the weekend in New York and take the bus back to VA on Sunday. Betsy found an old tape that had an episode of Strawberry Shortcake and The Berenstein Bears. I was amazed that even 20 years later Betsy remembered all of the songs. Denny has decorated his home with all sorts of cool things, including a big wooden beaver, a musical instrument fountain and the scariest, realist looking dog. 
It was almost as tall as I was and was loud with a major kick that kept my shoulder hurting for days. It was such a blast (literally). I don't think I hit any targets, but I wasn't really expecting perfection on my first time out. After lunch at Wegmans, (if you live near one you should check it out, your life will never be the same.) we readied the house to remain empty for a few weeks and made the drive back to New York City. We drove across the George Washington bridge, fantastically lit at night, and fought our way through traffic on our way to Denny's apartment on the upper east side.
and Denny pretended he didn't know me. Denny has been doing research on our Manhattan ancestors and pointed out the land at the base of the Brooklyn bridge (on the Brooklyn side) which was home of Claes Cornelise Van Schouw aka Meutelaer (the Grumbler), one of our early ancestors. Very cool!