Our buttocks are sore from all that Sit-Down Time, but there is a lot to be said for seeing the country rather than merely flying over it. The scenery along I-81, which runs through Pennsylvania, a few thin slices of Maryland and West Virginia, then down the backbone of Virginia along the Shenandoah Valley, alone is enough to make the trip worthwhile.
One of the little treasures we brought back with us (along with a prodigious amount of road dirt and windshield Bug-Guts) was a collection of etched glass goblets and tumblers handed down from SWMBO’s late grandmother. Lookee:
Etched Depression-era glasses... not depressing at all.
These had been sitting in a dusty cardboard box in the Missus’s mom’s garage, along with all manner of other detritus that we (by which I mean the Missus) cleaned out and disposed of during our visit. (The kind folks at Goodwill were elated, as were those at Waste Management.)
It’s a bit of a mish-mash, this glassy little treasure trove, but there are tumblers, water glasses, wine glasses, and a few cocktail coupes. I can’t wait to mix up an Aviation and serve it up in one of these beauties... and drink to the memory of SWMBO’s Nanny Z., who, alas, has been gone from this world for over twenty years.