Sunday, August 10, 2003

Hey. Just got back from a weekend in lovely Ringwood, NJ. No, really, it actually is lovely. It's a small town on a lake in northern NJ, about 45 minutes from NYC. We were down visiting Deb's kid brother and his wife, who were throwing a big second birthday bash for their son, Danny. The drive down was annoying. It usually takes four hours, but we had to add two more on because of a seemingly endless string of traffic jams. I had run 13 miles in the morning, and sitting in a car for six hours didn't feel great. Then that night, we got little sleep because Hannah woke up around 1:30 and didn't crash until 5 a.m. It was rough. On Saturday, it was sunny until right about the time the party started, and then the rains came. There were something like 20 kids there running wild. Insanity, but fun.

The ride home went a lot smoother, thankfully. Although as we drove through Hartford on I-84, we drove alongside a strange-looking convoy of white unmarked vans with Colorado plates. They were led by an SUV and they all stuck together, leading me to assume they were all members of some cult going to a big meeting. Either that, or a church group driving to Fenway for the Sox game.

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