Yesterday we went on a little adventure---to Hoboken. It's the birthplace of Frank Sinatra. I don't know how many people would choose to make Hoboken a day trip destination but we are a sucker for old cities so off we went with our friends Alfie and Judy. One of us was in need of a nap and stretched out on the grass in Frank Sinatra Park for a nap. The rest of us watched this photoshoot with a quinceañera and her parents. The dress was impressive. The girl's parents wrangled the dress up and down the promenade. The girl wore crocks and ankle socks under the dress. Her parents acted as stylists arranging the skirt for every shot. After naptime was done, we walked to the Hoboken Terminal . It is a pretty fabulous building that was created when train travel wasn't just transportation but was an EVENT. I am going to pause here to complain for a moment---no, not about our lovely day in Hoboken but about the fact that Blogger has decided to make inserting images into ...
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