The end of the Cherry Festival, parades, and boat rides, company finally all gone and headed home. I should have something to blog about right?
I don’t! I got nothing. No pictures, no charming little stories…
NOTHIN!
I am having blog break down.
What do you post when you have blog break down?
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We made our way towards Mackinaw county yesterday.
The goal was to get a cache in each county.
We ran into a cache that gave us issues.
Could you get your arm in that hole?
Neither could we!
The monsters even tried!
Finally Pop dug a hole at the bottom of the tree and D stuck her hand up through the roots to pull it out.
The things they won’t do to get a find!
There it is… that little pill bottle.
Was it worth it?
Yeah, but I wasn’t doing the digging. 
At the same cache we found a letterbox!
Letterboxing is the precursor to Geoching and requires less equipment and no GPS.
These are some of what you will find in a Letterbox… Stamps! Of course!
In a geocache you sign a log and leave…
Your calling card… it’s a little different.
I had my own bird chasers yesterday!
No running around like a crazy lady for me!
I would have had them chase this one, but the mosquitos would have carried them away!
We made it to the bridge…
and across and then back again.
It was a long day, but a good one.
The world’s of Letterboxing and Geocaching collide once again and survived.
If you don’t have the money for a GPS check out Letterboxing!
Even if we do nothing else the entire festival,
we always do the pie eating contest…
What? FREE PIE!
So what if they have to scarf it down…
It still tastes good!
Cooper likes to exercise his jaws first.
Tomorrow I am off to Mackinaw…
Once again I am being dragged out geocaching…
oh the agony.
I once had a conversation with a friend on the value of human life and the subject of which was worth more, the life of an adult or that of a child, came up.
It was very clear in his opinion, that the life of an adult was worth more, he went on to give his reasoning, none of which I can remember clearly to give you. I think I was befuddled at how easy the choice seemed to be for him.
I mean how do you place value on someone?
By how important they are to you? By what they can DO for you? By how they serve others? By how much they contribute to society? Maybe you see their value in how many people love them? Or how they worship?
I just can’t do it. I can’t. I mean the simple fact that they have LIFE seems invaluable to me.
So here comes the hypothetical…
IF you were forced to choose between saving the life of a child or that of an adult, which would you choose?
THIS is NOT a question about abortion or when life becomes life! So please don’t think I want you to go there. If you must you must, but that isn’t the point of this hypothetical.
Of course the fact that it is a hypothetical makes it all kind of pointless… doesn’t it?
They were filming a movie at the hotel we were staying at…
This was part of the view from our room window.
That is Ryan Gosling in the suit at the front left corner of the taxi.
Did I tell you I shook his hand?
Once or twice already? Oh… okay.
Did I also tell you that he made me feel like I was in High school again?
There was a boy that sat in front of me in my AP Lit class, he was always turning around and talking and I would get in trouble for it.
When the director yelled at Beth and I for talking to… Ryan Gosling… ahem… I wanted to say HE started it!
HE DID!
The Flatiron building
On our next trip I’d like to photograph this one a little more carefully.
Can anyone tell me how I took this shot?
The Helmsley Building
Okay if you haven’t already guessed the weird hole picture, this is a hint.
The window displays were very clever.
Other then photos,
another thing I collected in NYC was people.
This is Marcus, he lives in New Jersey and takes the train into work.
These girls are cutting Beth’s fabric, both design students.
The cooks that made part of our breakfast, a Cuban sandwich we shared… yummy!
Our rickshaw driver… I won’t go there… Poor guy.
This is Emannual, I learned more about the Taxi and chauffeurs commission from him then I will EVER need to know.
He was from West Africa.
(Picture courtesy of SeedSower)
This is Steven he was from West Africa too… Ghana.
I asked he and Manny the same question.
If they had to choose between the US and West Africa to live which would they choose?
It was odd how similar their answers were.
Both said that living in America was easier, there were things available to them… but that West Africa was home.
Anyway while Steven was cutting our fabric he would throw in an extra yard, extra ribbions and extra buttons.
I assume it is because Beth and I are such good looking babes.
WHY WAS I COLLECTING PEOPLE?
When we arrived in New York, we got into an elevator, our arms full of stuff and I asked a guy to push the button for our floor. The look he gave me I will never forget, it was like I had asked him to spit polish my shoes.
He couldn’t believe that I had talked to him, much less asked him to DO something.
I decided then that I wasn’t going to not be me.
I continued to smile at everyone we met, to talk and joke and basically force people to look at me.
It was so odd to watch.
At first almost everyone was rude or short tempered…
But after a minute with Beth and I, they were talking and laughing and answering my unending questions about where they were from, where they lived, how they got to work or how their day was going.
The best thing about all of it was that Beth wasn’t embarrassed by ME…
I can’t say that I made any life long friends, but I did make them remember that they were human beings for awhile, human beings dealing with other human beings.
I can see how it would be so easy living in that city to NOT look someone in the eye, to NOT smile, and to not open your mouth.
I can proudly say that when Beth and I left New York City with our smiles we left quite a few in our wake.
Do you make it a habit to talk to people when you go out in the world?
When you meet someone’s eyes, do you smile?
Ah well I still had fun.
Not as much fun as the kids did, running all over the hill with their sparklers.
Hope you all continue to have a stellar weekend!
I once again play geocaching tag along.
I can’t fool you though, you know I love it.
I get to see so many COOL things.
I can’t decide which I like best.
They are just slightly different.
It was a good day, long, but good.
Saturday the Cherry Festival begins.
I can’t believe it’s that time already!
I will be going here and there, life just keeps getting busier.
I have MORE… but I’ll spare you.
What are you doing for the 4th?
I will be breaking out the tripod and getting the kids to do some light writing!
Those who know me, know I appreciate a good dog.
I’ve done posts on Yesterdog and House of Doggs
SO
While in New York, Beth and I hit Gray’s Papaya, more out of desperation then want, we were HUNGRY!
I knew that it was a famous place, I often hear of movie stars buying them for movie crews, or people having them flown across the country because they craved them.
I didn’t get the whole experience though because I didn’t want onions on mine.
These are making my mouth water now!
I had the pina colada juice, the drink was just as good as the dogs!
We stood at the bar and ate like natives.
One more notch in my hot dog experience belt.
If you make it that way, put them on your list.
Tasty.
What’s your favorite hot dog place?
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