tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post5898769113715233103..comments2024-03-28T02:29:37.413-05:00Comments on Bill Crider's Pop Culture Magazine: HoneymoonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-50292505057888252342015-08-24T06:05:41.178-05:002015-08-24T06:05:41.178-05:00Great story! I don't think reservations were n...Great story! I don't think reservations were nearly as important back in the day as they are now (unless, of course, you roll into town the same day as a major event--as in your case). I remember when we were kids (late sixties/early seventies), my parents would pile us in the car and we'd go to Atlanta or (after Disney World opened) to Orlando and we were always able to find a place. Back in Disney World's early days, Orlando was still a rather sleepy residential area; we'd generally stay in Kissimee. We also did a lot of camping and I don't think my folks ever called ahead for a spot. Can't imagine leaving the house today without knowing where I'm sleeping tonight!Debnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-49830258792806901892015-08-24T04:03:58.823-05:002015-08-24T04:03:58.823-05:00Bill, thanks for sharing your lovely memories.Bill, thanks for sharing your lovely memories.Prashant C. Trikannadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079354501998741758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-61064107364560976742015-08-24T03:55:58.885-05:002015-08-24T03:55:58.885-05:00Well, we did take a bus trip together from her new...Well, we did take a bus trip together from her new home in Seattle to Portland, in 1997 I believe...where among other things I scored some very inexpensive fiction magazines (most remarkably a VG copy of an UNKNOWN WORLDS issue for $6).Todd Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01815516018079824802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-68112698486911269762015-08-24T03:51:14.757-05:002015-08-24T03:51:14.757-05:00Let me join the chorus of those who are grateful t...Let me join the chorus of those who are grateful to read these autobiographical vignettes.<br /><br />My ex Donna and I took our first trip together to Hawaii; the beachside guest house in Kailua we rented from a fellow Punahou graduate (she advertised in the alumni magazine) was very pleasant, indeed. Our last trip together was to the anarchist gathering/UnConvention in Chicago in 1996, simultaneous with the Democratic Party convention; that trip was mostly good, if a little fraught...I drove us to Chicago from the DC suburbs, and the return trip was in one leg. About 700 miles. The 400 or so mile trip each way back and forth from Barre, VT for my aunt's funeral this year felt a bit longer, driving on my own and sitting in the jams around NYC, particularly southbound.Todd Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01815516018079824802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-77759065850984550602015-08-23T20:03:09.192-05:002015-08-23T20:03:09.192-05:00Thanks for sharing this, Bill. I remember when we ...Thanks for sharing this, Bill. I remember when we looked at where Detroit was (we were in NJ then) it seemed like so far away. We thought we stay here for a year or two and that was 45 years ago this month. pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-76656075691606756922015-08-23T19:46:21.280-05:002015-08-23T19:46:21.280-05:00What a great personal post! Thanks for allowing us...What a great personal post! Thanks for allowing us a glimpse. Yet, this makes me homesick for Texas. Ginger Dawn...A Spice Below The Horizonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06151203857889091939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-24573290144333843802015-08-23T17:54:59.114-05:002015-08-23T17:54:59.114-05:00Great memories, Bill. Ginger and I eloped in 1961 ...Great memories, Bill. Ginger and I eloped in 1961 and didn't really have much of a honeymoon, until my R&R from Vietnam. We spent a lovely week in Hawaii. Unfortunately, I had to return to Vietnam after the 7 days (sigh).Tom Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05594257113339405939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-2805524261757307512015-08-23T16:09:42.747-05:002015-08-23T16:09:42.747-05:00Love these stories of you and Judy! Clearly it wa...Love these stories of you and Judy! Clearly it was a Trip of Discovery!Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04546161337366365635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-66750771207326945452015-08-23T14:28:29.019-05:002015-08-23T14:28:29.019-05:00As mentioned, we took a belated honeymoon to Londo...As mentioned, we took a belated honeymoon to London in April of 1971. (Jackie was on Easter break from her first year of teaching.) We had a reservation at the Alma, a B&B in Earls Court, which was a lot farther from Central London than I'd expected. It was cold that weekend, and Monday was Easter Monday Bank Holiday so everything was closed. Finally on Tuesday we were able to buy sweaters.<br /><br />The Alma was a funny place. All the girls working there were like Eastern European versions of Manuel on FAWLTY TOWERS, nice but not very helpful. <br /><br />We did <i>everything</i> in that week or ten days - Tower of London, the museums, Windsor Castle, you name it, plus several shows including THE MOUSETRAP (then running about 16 years).<br /><br />JeffJeff Meyersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093411926030586355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-81611826857695803422015-08-23T14:28:14.272-05:002015-08-23T14:28:14.272-05:00I love these pieces about you and Judy. Thanks for...I love these pieces about you and Judy. Thanks for writing them.Ed Gormanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06126267358266480356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-88684768481188897672015-08-23T14:19:44.133-05:002015-08-23T14:19:44.133-05:00And now you're a seasoned international globet...And now you're a seasoned international globetrotter.<br /><br />Some Army buddies and I decided to go to Lexington, Kentucky, one weekend to see the famous strip show. Little did we know it was the weekend of the Kentucky Derby. No room at the inn and we spent the night at the bus station, which was also packed. Cap'n Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11783977137812876489noreply@blogger.com