Bob's Gournel

Looking down from The Lion King's theater's upstairs onto the ABC TV News/Good Morning America broadcasting studio in Times Square. . .

As we drove past the Tree in Rockefeller Plaza that day. . . . It wouldn't be lit until the following Wednesday. . .

Atlas. . . On the 5th Avenue side of Rockefeller Center. . .

The Stephen Colbert CBS Theater was just down the block from where we had lunch that day. . .

Piper, Meredith, Michael, and Gabbi. . .

Doing "the tourist thing" in Times Square. . .

The Columbus Circle monument. News has it that Native Americans have lately solidified their objections to it and want it torn down as soon as possible. Tho it has been standing there for maybe 100 years or so. . . A "work of art" from a bygone era, perhaps. . .

The Franks outside The Lion King theater. . .

To be continued. . . .

So I left Alameda on afternoon of Wednesday, November 15, heading for son Michael's place in South Carolina.

What follows is a "photo-story" about that leg of my once-per-year trip East. . .

Arrived Columbia SC airport at 9:30am Thursday, November 16th. . .

Mikey's home. But he wasn't home. . . He was at work when I got there.

So I walked around and took a few pictures. . . .

That Friday was Movie Night at Michael's school. . . . ELF

The gym near Michael's place:

Saturday, we went downtown to the weekly Farmers Market on Main Street. I noticed the banners celebrating the University of South Carolina's Girl's basketball team being the winners of the National Championship. . . .

This guy played one HECK of a wailing sax!

Chain-link?!

Everything was being sold at the Farmers Market. . . .

Mikey. . .

A well-decorated sewing machine. . .

NO thank you. . . .

State Capitol dome is just a block away from the last of the Farmers Market tents. . .

Wait a minute! Tho we are in the East, I don't see any BAY here. But I _know_ where there's an East Bay. . .

This was for sale at Farmers Market. Similarity with today's politics is _uncanny_. (Blow it up and read it.)

Resting my weary bones at Farmers Market on Main Street in Columbia, SC:

Nice ride!

Mikey's front license plate. . . . His RAFT is on it. . .

Dinner with Piper, Meredith, Michael, and Gabbi on evening of Monday, November 20th, at California Dreaming restaurant in Columbia, SC. . .

Then, on Tuesday evening, we left for New York. Stopped over on Tuesday night in Rocky Mount, North Carolina and continued on our way to my sis-in-law's in New Jersey on Wednesday morning. On Wednesday - the day before Thanksgiving - "From Atlantic to Pacific, oh, the traffic was terrific."

Ya cain't get they'ah from he-yah. . . .

26 minutes turned out to be 49 minutes instead. . . .

Running very late, it seemed as if Washington was "giving us the finger."

George was bigger than Thomas. . .

We drove late into the night. . . I think that this was at toll booths just before the Baltimore Mid-Harbor Tunnel. . .

Our 1st morning in NJ, Thanksgiving, we had breakfast at the Saddle Brook Diner. The "drive-in mural" with the Jumbo screen TV in it impressed me. . .