No Miracles in Philadelphia

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I was one of the 35,000 who gathered in Independence Park on a warm Friday evening to hear the White House hopeful. The sea of people sprawled across nearly three city blocks. Unfortunately, the messiah, err, candidate, was noticeably tired at 9:00pm, the message was more partisan than I had hoped, and there weren't any mass healings. I was really wishing for that pain in my lower back to go away.

Spring Break

Boccie on the Beach

Sometimes Ben and I have to remind ourselves that we're now legitimate Philadelphians. But judging by the frequency of our Carolina jaunts--Charlotte, Charleston, Savannah, Myrtle Beach and Hilton Head just last week--we are starting to forget who we are supposed to be. The family has something to do with it, this week its was my Minnesota parents who were the reason for the trip. We joined them, and my brother Judson for a spring break stroll among some of the most beautiful streets in the old south, warm

Hilton Head

beaches, and boccie ball and shuffle board tournaments. In a blur we also ended up on stage at Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede riding a wooden horse (Ben still thinks it was a bad dream). On our way home we stopped by the new south, Charlotte, and had a fun visit with Ben's side of the family, John, Stacie, and Elise. Now its back to the real world...

Stacie, Elise and Toni