If it’s June, I am here. Where am I? Here are a few clues.
After dinner around 7:00 PM I stand in line at Graeter’s for ice cream. Next to Blue Bell from bluebonnet country it’s among the best.
The Purple People Bridge, a pedestrian bridge, links two cities and two states.
The Freedom Center, a museum of the Underground Railroad is fascinating. Each time I return I make another visit to absorb more. The docents are wonderful storytellers.
The ball park is down the street from the hotel.
You haven’t lived until you dine out in the Radisson’s revolving restaurant during a thunderstorm. I can hear my father’s words “It was designed for this.” When there’s a rainstorm, there are always thunderclaps and lightening.
So, where I am?