I so hope there will be photos!

Thanks for the treport, Theresa. Much improved to read too! Your husband sounds like a sweetie.

Hi Theresa10, I personally am really enjoying your trip report, LOL. You are a good sport, and a good story teller. I look forward to the rest of your trip to Italy with your family! BTW, your dear friend that lost her mother is so fortunate to have you as a friend. Now, more of your time in Italy please!!

LoveItaly: Have you been missing from the forum lately? Good to hear from you!

Hi wliwl, thanks for the nice comment. Yes I have been busy the last weeks, then I was without an internet connection for several days, then my dear grandson was here "hogging" my computer, LOL. Finally have some "quiet" time and my computer for my own personal use. Oh happy days!!

Good Afternoon All; Today has been a very bad day for Me. If anyone Who has lost a Parent, you can relate with Me. I lost My Bestfriend/Father 5 years ago today, and though I know He is in Sweet heaven, my selfishness wants him here now to kiss and talk too. But all the kind,wonderful compliments by everyone on fodor's has made my heart swell with love and I do see the goodness that keeps us all living. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. look no caps, i'm getting better...

Now My Husband and I sneak away to be alone, and so we decide let's go to the train station check the prices and times right on the customer service machines that are right at the front entrance leaving for Naples in the morning. wow, hot date. Well I'm from detroit and as you know it has it's share of the underbelly world, homeless, drunks, drug addicts and just plain nutty people wandering around downtown and in the subs, but the ones in front of termini should win an oscar. It was a melodrama everytime we went, and i am a fruitcake and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. don't get me wrong it is not dangerous at all, so i highly recommend going there for cheap eats and a show.

So we walk to termini for our hot date and 2 grown men who are drunk are fighting, not fists flying fighting, but hand open wide and pushing eachother in the face and slapping eachother like a couple of girls, they were stagering and screaming in italain which really made this oprea hilarous. so we stood there for 15 minutes watching them, my husband had to drag me away. the train station is nuts, people rushing with suitcases to the trains, people exiting the building faster than elvis, with their cellphones stitched to their face. don't even get in the way, they will run your ass right over. I got respect for the italians, they don't discrimniate (/) they are rude to one another not just us tourists. we found the self serve machines, and a 6 year old could understand and work them. But of course my husband had questions only a human being who can speak english can answer, so we head to what seems to be a customer service office, we walk in and you have to take a number and wait your turn, yeah right, i've seen how this system works, this number is better for toilet paper not the number that's written on it, aha, as we stand there a man dressed up to look like a women, who really looks like a man trying to look like a woman, did you get that? He/She had on white go go boots (i'm not joking) fishnet stockings a purple raincoat and a long brown wig wearing big jackie o white sunglasses who rushes in and walks past everyone holding the toilet paper ticket to ask a question in italian which i couldn't make out because of the rapid talking, and the lady behind the counter starts to say something back about the fact she'd take care of her when she was done with the person sitting at her desk, well that wasn't good enough for nancy sinatra, she stomped her white go go boots and shouted and of course she got her way, and 2 minutes later she was walking out with a piece of paper in her hand that made her smile and see the lipstick on her teeth, stuff only in the movies. finally it is our turn, so we walk over, there is one chair and I sit down and My husbands says hello and had some questions regrading the train going to naples in the morning. the woman helping us started to raise her voice and say THIS IS NOT INFO, GO OUT! I would not budge until she told us exactly where we should go, though I was really tempted to tell her where to go. But i sat there and asked her in my best italian where exactly we needed to go to get this information, well after the stare down, she calmed down and said go out and to the left a green sign with a i is for information, i said thank you, and walked out. sorry i was too under dressed to get the same respect as nancy sinatra. so we find the info place walk in to get the number paper since no one was inline a lady waved us over and say hi can i help you? Wow someone who was nice, maybe this will be eaiser than i thought, because now i was gunshy, the majority of italian women i have encountered so far are not very nice or polite, and i can handle it, but not in customer service, you have to be at least decent to people, and this lady at info was nice right way, I let my husband sit down and do the talking, and this women was wonderful, she checked all the times and prices. She explained that there is a slow, medium and fast trains, and the fast non stop train was the best. she wrote down the info for us and I was so appreciative of her kindness. she had a cold and poor thing looked tired, and she still did her job with a smile on her face. we said good bye and she said if we need anything else let her know.

We walked around the train station afterwards, and there are alot of shops and restaurants there. a grocery store too. we spotted a place making fresh orange juice out of blood oranges, so bought a large one and a bowl of fruit and took it back to the lady that was so nice helping us out, we thought this is just what she needs, to give her a pick up and some vitamin C, when we walked back into her office and we gave her the juice and fruit the look on her face was unforgetable, she was shocked that we went out of our way to come back with juice and fruit for her. we told her how much we appreciate all her help. that made my day, and was kind of sad, because random acts of kindness seem far and few between in Italy.

They had a huge christmas tree in the entrance of the train station, and people were putting notes to santa on it, so I did too. That was sweet, and i got a huge kick out of reading the ones i could understand. world peace is really popular, i wonder where you can buy that. We had to end our date, we knew they'd figure out we were mia and get worried. so as we left the train station guess who walked by us hand in hand just happy as can be, the drunks who had been slapping eachother around earlier. my husband and i laughed so hard, i almost pee'd myself. We got back and told everyone of the train schedule and prices and that we could go there anytime and get the tickets out of the machine. so we decided to do that after dinner. now earlier that day, my BIL pulls me to the side to say that if me and my husband wanted to go out to eat somewhere special or whatever feel free to go without them because they were happy with getting something on the go and we liked to sit down and take our time. if i didn't know any better, i'd say he didn't want to spend too much on dinner like we were willing to do, and i understand, but you get what you pay for. i live by that in the food world, hey i'm in the business, i know better. So We fianlly got the chance to eat at Tullio's, i was so excited, i had read so many good things about this place, and it was highly recommended on tripadvisor and fromms forums. I got all dolled up model style (sorry no white go go boots) for my husband and off we went, got there when they opened at 7:30 pm, got seated and we went over the whole menu. the bread was Awesome, it was warm and i ate a loaf myself. we had soup minestroni for me and tortellini in broth for my husband, we got mixed salad and a salami plate. I love salami and i had the best everywhere we ate it. Italy has got some good salami and so many differnt kinds. I ordered lamb chops with sauteed spinach and my man got spaghetti in meatsauce. by now the restaruant started to get packed, all locals and regulars, we were really enjoying all the fun and noise that goes on in the restaurant, we felt at home, until a huge party of men came in and proceeded to smoke in the restaurant, well that's a no no in Italy now, and My husband said something to the waiter, who said something to the boss, who said something to the men smoking, and they put out their cigs, but not for long, after they had a little antipasta, they lit right back up, if might not have been to bad, but their table was basically pushed right next to ours, not even a inch between them. in the meantime, my lamb chops and spinach arrived and the spinach was great, but the lamb chops were awful. Fatty with a bone in the center, and very little meat. I tried to pick at it, and they just were not good at all, and they forgot to bring my husband his pasta, but he was full and was glad the waiter forgot, but don't you know it was on the bill, and when my husband pointed it out the waiter was very upset, and we told him it was not a big deal, we just wanted to pay. He seemed really upset that we wouldn't let him go get the pasta and stay and eat it, but we tried to be polite, because we know mistakes happen and it's not a a big deal, but for some reason it was to him, so finally he brings the check back, we leave the money with a tip, and leave. The food was great other than the lamb chops, and i would go back.

Now I'm beat and can't wait to go back to our room and crash out and watch cnn and get caught up with my journel and get ready for naples the next day. We run into our family in the lobby and they want to go to termini and get the tickets to naples for the morning. we debate should i go or not, I am tired and i want to get these heels off, but i decide to go with them, so all 8 of us walk to termini, it's a beautiful night and it's a nice walk. we get to the front entrance and 2 men are peeing in the corner and me and my niece just crack up when we figure out what they are doing. I'm thinking why don't they just go inside and use the bathroom? those lazy dogs. So we get to the self serve machines, and we are having a problem purchasing the tickets, so my husband and BIL go to the info center to see if the nice lady is still there in the meantime the rest of us are waiting at the machines, her comes the nice lady with my husband over to the machines, she helps him buy all the tickets, and somehow finds a deal on the tickets that saves us about 200.00 euro's. she explains that many seats are dicounted but you can only buy 4 at a time and that we may not get the same deal on the other 4, but we are just so happy to have her help us, and my husband BIL FIL are bombarding her with question after question while she's trying to take the money put it into the machine and press the buttons, i tell them to shut up and let her do her job, and they do, and she finishes about 15 minutes later, mind you, it's about 10 pm and we had been there earlier about 2pm and she was still there, we tried to give her a 50 euro tip for all her help and trouble and she refused, told us it was her job, and a pleasure to help nice people, i had tears rolling down my face, how sweet.

Got back to the hotel, but not before getting ice cream, i got chocolate, and i knew there'd be no sleeping tonite. The ice cream was so good and smooth, i could get addicted. We all agreed to meet at breakfast so we could leave for the train station at 8 am sharp, the train leaves at 8:55 am. I was leaving with or without them, no way was I missing pompeii.

finally back in our warm room with a full moon and alone. Didn't fall asleep till 2 am. Got up at 6am I had got all my clothes and backpack ready the night before, so I was down at breakfast at 7 for coffee. All my family showed up not long after I did, and we all ate breakfast together for the first time, and it ain't a pretty scene. at 8 am Me and My husband and His parents are the only one down in the lobby, now we had arranged for a cab to take his parents, because it had rained through the night and we thought the streets would be slick and we didn't want his parents to slip and fall. The cab was there, and I got the parents loaded and my husband came outside and said the rest of the family was running behind and they would meet us there. well my MIL starts getting upset because she thinks they will not make it intime and miss the train. Oh well, if they want to let their teenagers run the show, that's their problem. The nice lady at termini told us the tickets were NON refundable, she made that very clear to us before she'd stick 1 euro in the machine, so if they didn't make it not only were the losing out on money, but one of the greatest places i have been in god's world. We get to the train station, and stand there like in a movie and watch the arrival and departure board fan/change numbers every few minutes to let you know what train was at what bin/track. it's now 8:29 and still no lost family members, My MIL is sick with worry, I had to tell her, Mom look, Me and Randy BIL have been all over the place together, Mexico for missionary trips, europe and through out america and with teenagers i mean like up to 70 at onetime. I ought to tell you all about that, but that's a whole new story, and he will be there ontime. We have never missed a flight or train ever (Well then there's air france) they will be here, 8:40 they came running in. Yeah, all is good, now all we need is the bin number and we'll be on our way. Do you have the tickets?

More later. Thanks everyone for taking the time to read this. It sure feels good to recall it all again. It's funny now, but wasn't then.

Theresa, I just started reading your latest installment, but wanted to jump in and tell you to keep on "capping" or "not capping" whatever you want.

I, personally, am enjoying every bit of your trip report. You are so funny! What fun! I only wish I were a fly on the wall with grandma in her PJ's in the dining room, amongst many other "memorable" scnearios.

Just think of the fun stories you are going to have to tell your grandkids one day!

Theresa, I have been to Italy several times and have not been able to get my husband to go. But after reading your posts, I convinced him he should let me take him for his birthday in May. I am REALLY enjoying your saga, and since I have made the trip from Rome to Pompeii via the fast train and circumvesuviana train many times, I can't wait to read about YOUR experience! You go, girl!

Hi Theresa, your trip report has me enthralled. You just write anyway you want to..I am enjoying your trip to Italy, your adventures and your thoughts about your trip so much! What a fun and lively report. Thank you for sharing your time in Italy!

Well it's going to be a crazy day here at the restaurant. It's cookie night! that means all my kid customers come in a decorate cookies and have a blast. no one will sleep tonite, it's a sugar addicts dream. Last year about 50 kids showed up. I loved it, but the parents are the problem, they want to tell the kids how to decorate their cookies, cupcakes pretzels etc. I let them do what they want and let the little Monet come out of their little hearts. They are the future of this world, and I pray they can fix all the screw ups the adults did to this world...

Were standing in Termini station and of course we have the tickets, my husband was just messing with me, that dog. The numbers on the arriv/depart board is going crazy it changes fast and you better be watching good. our train finally is posted and off to the tracks we go. we board the train and ewwww it's nasty, it stinks like BO and needs a bath from the top to the bottom of our car. dang, i knew we should have gone first class. but not many people were in this compartment, and that was a good thing, that didn't last too long because the train makes many stops and we pick up more as we go south. it's rainy and cloudy all the way there. i thought i'd pass right out and sleep since i have only had about 10 hours sleep in 3 days, but no. everyone else just falls asleep and i enjoy the scenery, even all the clothes hanging to be rained on. as the train approaches the coast it just blew me away, the water and the islands are surreal. I wake everybody up and they are amazed at the coast too. It got me daydreaming about the man who wrote a journel while watching the volcano erupt and destroy life at pompeii.

Finally we have arrived at naples train station, and what a seedy place and shady people hanging around. I had been warned on TA about the station so I'm prepared, but not for the children that are there begging with their parents standing to the side giving them advise, it was really sad. some old man comes up to us and he's wearing these pins that make you think he's an employee of the station, but i know better and tell everyone to ignore him, but my inlaws start talking to him and they say oh he wants to help us get our tickets for the next local train to take us to pompeii, so they all follow him and i just do my own thing figuring out where to buy the next set of tickets, and it's downstairs, where i see my family behind the old man who's talking in italain to the boxoffice guy, all the tickets are bought and money given to the boxoffice guy, who BTW is smoking in this little space You won't see that at amtrack station, so now the old man leads everyone to track #3 and turns to my FIL and asks for payment, and My FIL takes the coins out of his pocket to hand the guy and now the old guy gets all offened by the FIL giving him change, well i go over tell the old man to get the hell out of here in Italian/Spanish cause i wasn't really sure on the italian version, and he starts yelling at me and my FIL takes a 10 euro bill and hands it to him now i'm pissed, and the old man turns to my husband with his hand out saying this is not enough, i reach in to grab the bill back and my husband tells me no, so i retreat, and off the old guys goes yelling as he goes, great now everyone is stareing, which i feel makes us a target and sure as i thought here comes the kids, begging and playing their insturments, so i shoo them away, which of course makes me look like the bad guy, I told them i won't give money to anyone, but if they wanted we could back up stairs buy some food and hats and give it to the kids, but we didn't have time, and here comes the train to pompeei..

I had read on TA not to get off at the green line stay on the blue line and it drops you off at the little town of pompeii, so we do, now i'm getting some slack from the rest of the gang telling me maybe we should get off and go the way it's advised on the board of the stops posted on the train, but i say no let's do it this way, when we got the train station there was some really shady people there too and dogs all over the station and everywhere we go, they are not roaming gangs of rabid dogs, just friendly dogs who want to be petted, now everyone melts cause the dogs are not shabby, they are well groomed and so cute. We need to go use the restroom and get directions straight, we walk into a little cafe, order cappacino's and use the bathroom and the kids buy some munchies, the girls making the cappacino's seemed to be intriged at my tallness, and come from behind the counter to stand next to me, well i'm used to this, so they giggle and the old lady behind the register with a frown like someone stole her last danish yells at them in italian and they run back around the counter. It's getting cold and windy now, but we all start for the entrance to pompeii.

It's not the entrance, it's really the exit, but they tell us no problem you can just go in, well it was like 20 euro to get in and some balked but I insisted I was going whether anyone else wanted or not. so everyone got a ticket and well what can i say it was worth every penny and more. Pompeii will just blow your mind. the citizens were living large and incharge. they were way ahead of their time, and the ruins are very well perserved and it's more than i ever wished for. there were dogs all over pompeii, and we had quite a few following us around, we named one elvis cause he had that whole lip thing going on, he even came to the train station with us, but he would not go inside, because there was dogs who were having no part of elvis invading their territory. After 2 hours it got so cold and windy at the ruins the girls were getting cold and tired, so we had a little hudle going on, and they all said if me and my man wanted to stay we could and they were going back to naples and shop. well i knew my man wanted to be with his parents so i said no that's ok, i just waited my whole life to come here, and i was as cold as them, but i decided to myself, I will come back here on my own and stay in the little town and give the ruins my undivided attention. so we started back the way we came in and ran into quite a few tour groups. we had hardly ran into many tourist at the ruins, so i guess it was good timing. all the shops in pompeii had closed for the afternoon which made our teenage neice very upset, well i'm sorry honey, we can't stop the stores from closing, so now she's pouting and i'm doing the pee pee dance, so we go into mc donald's to use the restroom, and the kids want to eat, so we stay there for about 30 minutes warming up while the kids eat, what's funny is they have no coffee, they don't serve it. dog, i could sure use something hot. oh well, we get to the train station, the train leaves in 25 minutes so we stand inside and all these people are there and one guy is vandalizing the public phones, he's really into it, he's got all his tools in this back pack and it just jammin the phone with a screwdriver, than starts hitting it with his fist, and slow but sure euro after euro comes out. I am totally entranced by this dude, in between getting the coins out, it had a digital display of somekind on the phone and he would type all these messages into the phone, and i'm trying to figure out what his deal was, and my family is in the corner scared off by all these really wierd people, not me i'm in the mits of it all lovin it, hey I wait and feed people like this all day at the restaurant, i fit right in, so no one comes up to me, but they approach my family for a hand out, but they learned their lesson already so they ignore them, and they do go away. back to the phone man ATT calling he leaves his back pack at the phone and walks out of the train station, now my SIL says what if there is a bomb or something in that back pack? get a grip this guy ain't like that, he'll be back and 2 minutes later he walks in with a sandwich and starts tearing it apart and feeds the dogs all of it. Ah, how sweet, not he is no longer the ATT bomber, the kids name him Mr. PETA, so i make up this story to the kids while sitting on the train back to naples about this guy who robs the phones to feed the dogs of pompeii, BTW someone feeds the dogs in pompeii, we noticed all through the ruins and along the streets little neat piles of dog food. Now i love the town even more.

We get to the train station at naples, and the Niece wants to go to town and shop, well if every shop has closed in pompeii than more than likely in naples too, well this makes her cry cause she must shop. Well when we get back to rome we can shop all night, that makes her feel better, so we go to buy our tickets back to rome, and we find first class really cheap so we buy them. The train is leaving in 20 minutes so we have to get it together and get to the bin, in the meantime i'm looking for the old guy from earlier to shake him down for the 10 euro's. but he ain't there. dang...First class is much better, but the business men around us do not appreciate our laughter and having a goodtime in general, but too bad, the train car is not full and the two that were giving us the evil eye finally moved, so we were able to enjoy everyone telling what they liked the most of pompeii. We get back to rome, and the train station is a mad house, but rome is warm and it's a clear night, stars just a shining like diamonds. the front desk is so happy to see us when we walked in, how was pompeii and did we want something warm to drink, how sweet. No thanks we spotted a family restaurant on the way back to the hotel, and we all decided to go back after we dropped our stuff off and cleaned up. So an hour later we are sitting in the back of this restaurant in a room with no one else, this don't look good to me at all, but lo and behold this man and woman came in cleaned up the table and got us drinks took our order and started delivering dish after dish, and it was really fresh hot and good. they had a pastry counter so we all went up picked out what we wanted and had coffee and relaxed. a little while later my FIL didn't look good, he said he had a upset tummy, so they all went back to the hotel, and my husband and i explored the area and went back to our hotel to check up on this dad.

Well his dad had thrown up a little bit and was laying down. I felt bad, he's my buddy and I hated to see him not feeling good. Well i had forgotten that when we were at breakfast that morning, some of us had taken some friut and packaged toast for the train ride to naples and my FIL had asked the server for a bag to take a ham sandwich and He gave him a bag of goodies to go with it, and I had warned him that HAM DO GO BAD, that's a whole other story and we use that line all the time at home and at the restaurant, so I think he ate that ham sandwich and it was upseting his stomach, but he totally denied that was why and the sandwich tasted fine, hello you can't always taste food poisoning. We bid them a good night and went to our room opened the window and just layed there together and listened to rome, and some other stuff i can't type. this is a family post.

More later, I have to get ready for the kids tonite.

Still enjoying your wonderful and hilarious report, Theresa. I think I wanna come to your restaurant and hear it all again first hand.

Theresa,

I love your trip report. We're going to Spain in the Spring, but you've convinced me to travel to Italy next. I might even take my parents!

Theresa, absolutely LOVE your report! Don't stifle your creativity by worrying about caps. etc. Keep your personality and go with it, girl!!

I want to come to your restaurant too, if I am ever in Detroit!

Theresa, This is the best trip report I have ever read on Fodors. It's sweet, funny, and real. Great job.

Theresa -
This trip report is hilarious! I love your attitude and your point of view! You are a pistol!

I'm going to Rome and Florence in Feb'06 for our first trip (9 women in all) and I'm especially interested in how you dealt with such a large group. Did you have trouble getting seating in restaurants? Also enjoy your description of Pompeii since it is on our itinerary, too.

Keep it coming, girl!
Linda

Theresa - I am loving your report. It is, by far, one of the most enchanting, down-to-earth reports I have read on Fodors. No airs about you whatsoever.

Theresa,

Thank you for your delightful and THOROUGH story.

For those of you hung up on the occasional mid-sentence Capitalization - surely it can't be making it that hard of a read for you? I certainly appreciated the added paragraphs, but even without them the story is well worth a little extra effort.

Again, thanks Theresa - great story!

-Tom Steele

Theresa--this is such a great trip report. Keep it coming. I have traveled extensively with my parents and extended family and there's just nothing that compares. Nothing can be more frustrating, and at the same time, there can be no memories more precious. Cheers to you.

The kids had a great time. frosting all over the place, the kids had it in their hair on their clothes and on every table and booth in the dining room. nothing warm water and soap can't fix. the best part, their teeth! the gel used to decorate the cookies stains your teeth, and kids were running around with blue or green or red lips and teeth. we took pictures so i can show them at the all the kids weddings. i know, i'm cruel.

I would welcome you all to my restaurant with open arms, our motto is good food bad attitude. so don't expect a quiet breakfast or lunch, it ain't happening. as for large groups eating in rome for the 9 ladies that are going together, and i am saying the rosary you all like eachother afterwards, it's no problem getting into most places. we did have the hotel call a few with reservations which i highly recommend you do. you get a better table and good service, so that's what i thought. no restaurant wants you to go back and tell the hotel the restaurant sucked, that could be bad for business.

Once again i am up early and sneak out not to wake my husband, we knows where to find me. when i get to the breakfast room it's pretty busy but i get seated by the host (he's looking cuter everyday)and have some coffee, but no soon afterward i got up to get some juice and while pouring it a man came up next to me and couldn't wait like a gentleman until i finished, so he reached across me and took a glass and kind of cornered me or as i would say in my space, and he then stood there and looked at me said something in italian and i didn't understand him and said pardon me? and he pushed me. i could not believe it, he took his elbow and pushed me. yep made me take a step back from the shove, i was speechless, he just finished pouring his juice and walked away, i was just shocked, i thought i'm gonna sick my old man on him, he'll give em an old detroit ass kickin out in the alley, nah just kiddin, so anywa

ooooooops on a laptop at home and hit the wrong key.

so i was shocked, that has never happened to me and my heart was really beating hard. so i sat down and just tried to finish the paper i was reading when suddenly this huge crash happens and plates fall and food rolling on the floor, i look up thinking i hear a job opening (for those food workers)but it's the guy who shoved me, he tripped and fell going up the stairs to his table and dropped all the food he was taking back with him, he wasn't hurt and the staff ran over to help him up and pick up the food. i was tickled and knew i could put the voodo on that sucker.

My husband came down to join me and He had talked to his dad and he's still not feeling good and would stay behind for the day. i felt really bad, his dad is my buddy and i wished i was sick not him. so we ate breakfast together and the rest of the family came down and we had set this day for the collosem and the trevi fountian spanish steps and whatever else we can. it's another beautiful day in rome and the sun was out and warm. we took cabs so we could save time.now my man knew i wouldn't go in the colloseum, just a personal private reason so they went in for a tour that was about 3 hours long. i walked up the road to a church i had been wanting to go by. i loved being on my own. i can stop and look when i want and i have long legs and my stride is about 1 1/2 more than the family, so i'm usually haulin with them trailing so i was off in my stride. i get lost and i walk into a hotel that is in the middle of this neighborhood and pull out my good rome map and get's me back on the right track and asks if i want a cab, no way i'm walking thanks anyway, he asked did i need to use the restroom, no thank you, but i thought that was really nice. i must have looked flush from walking so fast and he was concerned, how sweet, i walk out of the lobby and as i get on the street leading to the church here comes this small wedding party and they have these huge smiles on their faces. the bride is beautiful and her cheeks are rosy and the groom has his hand in hers and his moms hand in the other and the bride's mom is holding her hand and it's the most wonderful thing, i'm smiling at them and they are smiling at me, i wish them lots of luck and love and they thank me and off they go, where i'm not sure, but it made my day. i was watching the begining of something beautiful and my family is watching the death story of millions.
i get to the church and it's empty and dark but the sun is shining through the stain glass and i soak it all in just between my and the big guy.

Now i have huge issues with