The last of the travelog-blogs
Lisa writes: Monday (Hurray for Labor Day!), we had lunch with Tom's old junior high and high school friend, Peter and his wife Denene. He is a nurse and EMT in Roanoke. We got fancied up and they took us to the swankest place in town, the Roanoke Hotel. This is where all the fancy-schmancy railroad barrons used to hang out.
We were careful to keep up to the local standards.
And behave ourselves.
We were careful to keep up to the local standards.
And behave ourselves.
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