Before all the festivities we met a lady who brought her three grandchildren to visit, two boys and a girl. Incredibly polite and well mannered, who at such a young age shook our hands and introduced themselves. Gregg asked the little girl where did she think I came from, could she tell by listening to my accent. (Yes folks, I still sound very English even after all these years, though family and friends in the UK can tell there is a difference to the way I used to sound.) She thought a little and said with a big smile, "Brooklyn". We laughed and I told her she had made my day.
All but one of my photos were taken at a favorite sandwich shop where Gregg and I stopped to pick up lunch for the family the day before Thanksgiving. We try to pop in every time we are in the vicinity. I liked the prints on the wall. There are reflections on the glass though but I couldn't do anything about that.
The statue you may recognize as the Iwo Jima Memorial, though this is a duplicate and a smaller version near the Marine base in Quantico. We pass by when we take this particular route home.
Have a great week everyone. Ours will be a quieter one.