We had a fantastic end
to Spring Break -- three days at Bethany Beach with our (very kind, patient) friends, Erik & Kelly. We rented a little house about a block from the beach and spent a lot of time in the sand. Friday was unseasonably warm, so Paul spent most of the day in the water (yes, in his jeans and sweatshirt...it wasn't
that warm). And, inspired by Kelly, I actually got some knitting done. You know it's a good beach trip when you hit
pizza twice and chinese food once within three days. We also got to meet Kelly's 97-year old grandfather -- that was great. The only sad thing was driving out through Ocean Beach yesterday and seeing
huge wafts of smoke coming from the boardwalk...
And so reality comes back with a roar -- my annual trip to Redskins stadium (FedEx Field, whatever) to throw money at Dan Snyder. I hate Dan Snyder. Year after year I visit the stadium to pay the bill for **someone's** season tickets. Year after year I vow that this will be the last year. Year after year, Dan Snyder's evil trolls walk away with our money. I feel violated -- they don't even give you a cup of coffee...or a "Thank you." One funny thing -- there are big video monitors in the lobby with a loop of past Redskins vicotries. Someone in line joked, "When was the last time we saw something like
that?" Another person responded," Long time ago. And we won't be seein' anything like
that this year either." And we all sighed. Dan Snyder doesn't care if the team does well -- he already has your cash. Mine, too.
to Spring Break -- three days at Bethany Beach with our (very kind, patient) friends, Erik & Kelly. We rented a little house about a block from the beach and spent a lot of time in the sand. Friday was unseasonably warm, so Paul spent most of the day in the water (yes, in his jeans and sweatshirt...it wasn't that warm). And, inspired by Kelly, I actually got some knitting done. You know it's a good beach trip when you hit pizza twice and chinese food once within three days. We also got to meet Kelly's 97-year old grandfather -- that was great. The only sad thing was driving out through Ocean Beach yesterday and seeing huge wafts of smoke coming from the boardwalk...
And so reality comes back with a roar -- my annual trip to Redskins stadium (FedEx Field, whatever) to throw money at Dan Snyder. I hate Dan Snyder. Year after year I visit the stadium to pay the bill for **someone's** season tickets. Year after year I vow that this will be the last year. Year after year, Dan Snyder's evil trolls walk away with our money. I feel violated -- they don't even give you a cup of coffee...or a "Thank you." One funny thing -- there are big video monitors in the lobby with a loop of past Redskins vicotries. Someone in line joked, "When was the last time we saw something like that?" Another person responded," Long time ago. And we won't be seein' anything like that this year either." And we all sighed. Dan Snyder doesn't care if the team does well -- he already has your cash. Mine, too.
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