Pittsburgh, Myrtle Beach and Columbus Ohio: What a week!
Brock's Mom and Dad, Brendan and Eileen, flew to Pittsburgh from Myrtle Beach for the game. We had dinner together and stay in the same hotel. The next day they flew home--on a 5 AM flight--and I drove back to Rochester. The next day, Marilyn and I flew to Myrtle Beach for a four day visit to see their new city and house, spend time with Braden who is going to the local community college in preparation for a teacher education program at Coastal Carolina, and to see Brady play football for the Myrtle Beach High School Seahawks.
|Brady, Christian, Eileen, Brendan, Marilyn and Bill|
Christian, by the way, is Christian Creel. A little bit of thing that is Brady's girlfriend. I confirmed with Brady that this is the case. Apparently the week before, he sealed the deal by giving her his team sweatshirt after some weeks of their "talking together." These are either local customs or I am hopelessly out of date on adolescent dating rituals. Actually, both are true. Regardless of my knowledge or ignorance, she was a delightful girl. A little spunky which I liked. She is some inches shy of five feet and Brady is closing in on 6'3'. If he grows fully into his size 15 feet, he will certainly grow another couple of inches.
I have watched Brendan's kids play all sorts of sports over the last 20 years but I have never experienced anything like South Carolina high school football. The stadium was packed with students, parents, grand parents, alumni and townspeople who follow the team like it is a college one. There was a larger spirit wear shop--note the sweatshirts in the photo above. This was a home game and the Seahawks came to the stadium from the fieldhouse on two school buses lead by a police escort with lights and sirens. They entered the stadium through a tunnel created by the band and drum line.
You can click here to view photos in the Google Album. There are couple of nifty sequences showing Brady's outstanding work against Number 40!
Brendan and I spent Saturday morning out and about. The Myrtle Beach airport has a fascinating history. It was originally developed as an Army Air Corps base during World War II. By 1948 it was no longer needed and was sold to the City of Myrtle Beach for $5 million. But by 1955, it served again as an Air Force Base until the mid 1990's. The city of Myrtle Beach actually donated the airport back to the government. Civilian and military flights shared the main runway which meant that civilian flights were limited to 30 per day. The entire base including several administrative and social buildings and base housing were converted to civilian use as well. Brendan and Eileen's new home in that area.
|A10 Warthog with 30 cal gatling gun |
Marilyn and Eileen joined us for a drive on Pawley's Island and a visit to Myrtle Beach State Park where we were introduced to pier fishing, something Brendan has gotten into. On Sunday we had lunch at restaurant in Murrell's Inlet. All in all, wonderful visit. You can click here to see some photos of where we were other than the football field.
We left for the airport Sunday afternoon to catch a 4:00 flight to Charlotte where a connection would get us home around 10:15. While we were waiting to board that flight, delayed as it was, I got a message that our connection from Charlotte had been canceled leaving us little chance to get home that night. We decided to go on to Charlotte since as a hub it offered better options for rebooking. It was a mess when we arrived but thankfully I was able to use my phone app to book us on a 9:30 flight the next morning. American gave us a voucher for an overnight stay at a nearby Hilton. We left on a shuttle at 6:30 the next morning to find the following at the airport.
It was a longer than anticipated trip home. We arrived on Monday and left the very next day for our next adventure: Sr. Mary Helen Lebowski, RSM.