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.

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