Vacations have a way of making you realize that home is the best place to be. It sure was hard saying goodbye to our GRANDson, but hopefully we'll see him later this summer.
We had a great time in Cincinnati, it's a beautiful city and we found nothing but friendly folks everywhere we went. The city is a mix of new and old, they embrace and hold onto their history. The Ohio River is the lifeblood of city, any direction you look you can see Cincinnati's past merging with their future.
The Carew Tower was the perfect place to get some our best shots of the city. The building was built in the 20's, art deco at it's best, forty-eight floors to the top in not one, but TWO ancient elevators. Whirs and clicks, it was too late to change our mind after the doors closed. We had a second chance to take the stairs instead of riding in the telephone booth size second elevator, but I never pass up life's adventures...
we took the ride to the TOP!
The real reason for our trip was our Grandson Jackson's graduation. All the other attractions along the way paled in comparison to the feelings of pride as he sat below us on that football field. The speeches were inspiring, with praise and congratulations for 160 graduates. I looked across the rows of kids about to embark onto the next stage of their lives. For some of them, it will be staying close to home and for others their first chance to make their own rules. I remember it sounded like fun, at least that first month. Then reality set in, bills arrived in the mail, paydays didn't come often enough and there was no one to do my laundry or my cook meals~
Whatever, at this point it's the journey, not the destination!