Some Things Never Change

(Well Maybe Just a Little)

LBeau and I are in Annapolis for our son’s graduation from the Graduate Institute at St. John’s College.  On the way up we stopped off in Accomac, Virginia, on the Eastern Shore for a visit with my cousin Mary and her husband Ron.

Mary and Ron live in the old Accomac Hotel, which was built in 1922.  In 1990 I took my three boys to Virginia, and we spent a couple of nights in Accomac with Mary and Ron.  It was June, and the Chicago Bulls were playing the Detroit Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals of the NBA Playoffs.  The boys wanted to watch the game.  Mary and Ron didn’t have a TV.

Not all was lost, however.  Being the handy guy that he is, Ron dug an old black and white television out from somewhere, fixed the wiring, and with the help of some rabbit ears, the boys got to watch the game.  The thing that they remember most, however, was not who won the game but that Ron didn’t know who Michael Jordan was.

Flash forward to 2009.  When we arrived in Accomac at the hotel, I told LBeau that it didn’t look like much had changed.  Mary had added some flower beds, but from the outside the old hotel looked pretty much the same.  Until we walked in the back door, that is.

Mary had reminded me in an email early in the week that I should keep in mind that the hotel was a work in progress.  Well, progress has been made in the form of DirecTV and a 54” flat screen televison.  The boys would be pleased, and I’ll have more about our visit in a later post.

In the meanwhile, head on over to Susan’s place at Between Naps on the Porch for more Metamorphosis Monday.