*"I missed you this morning.""Yes you must have slept late. I took Ryan to visit
Berea, Ohio to visit and take care of his uncle who has surgery on thursday.""Does
Ryan visit his uncle often?""Maybe about 6 times a year, they go to bingo, Marc's
grocery store, CVS, McDonald's, Burger King and others, but his uncle use to
be a former butcher and likes to cook for Ryan and the the house.""Seems like
Ryan has a real good time?""We had a ball. At first I read the directions wrong
that the online website where Golden Corral gave me the directions to their
location on Brookpark Road in Cleveland close to Ryan's uncle's house just a
few miles away in distance. The directions that I was given were:
1. Head west on Smucker Rd toward Egypt Rd
2, Turn right onto Egypt Rd
3. Turn right onto OH-585 N
4. Merge onto OH-21 N via the ramp on the left to Cleveland
5. Take the exit on the left onto I-77 N/OH-21 N
6. Continue to follow I-77 N
7. Take exit 156 to merge onto I-480 W toward Toledo
8. 8261 GOLDEN LINK BLVD.
9. Take exit 15 for Ridge Rd toward US-42
10. Turn left onto Ridge Rd
11. Turn right onto Brookpark Rd
12. Destination will be on the right
13. 8696 BROOKPARK ROAD
CLEVELAND, OH
8696 BROOKPARK ROAD
CLEVELAND, OH 44129
(216)635-0878
53 mins
After I copied and pasted it to a text document I should have copied it on my
printer but instead I quick printed it down so maybe Ryan could read it and
"guess what happened.""I have no idea.""I wrote down Interstate 71 instead
Interstate 77 which is farther west."'About 15 miles or less, not far.""Go on.""
I discovered that I was wrong when I saw exits in the 150's instead of in the
teens. Ryan was doing a good job as navigator in attempting to decipher my
printing, helping me eat by holding a small 1 serving Spam portion in one
of those packages that you can slide up after opening to eat, handling the
ticket and money when we went through the Ohio Turnpike toll gate, asking
two local police officers for directions to the Golden Corral and empyting
my coffee mug in the Golden Corral men's restroom so that I could take the
stuff into the delicious leftovers from the Golden Corral.""Knowing you
that's not the last of your adventures today.""You're right, it's not, I have
maybe 50 or more or less. Do you think I'll live long enough to tell those
thousand stories or over I remember?""You know what you always say,
Forrest, "it's up to God."""Thank you for remembering.""You're welcome and
I you know I have to go to bed, I hope we can get back on schedule
tomorrow.""I hope so to, finally.""Good night, sleep tight.""You too, good night."
The man I've been talking to, like me, sleeps in the basement of the house, he
in the former coal room of the southwest corner of the basement and I in the
cell-like room in the opposite northeast corner in the basement of the house.
He was first a total stranger but since then I've got to know him some. He told
me that he was born a yankee, like Ryan, but both have adopted the polite and
friendly southern way of doing things, Ryan taking after my example and the
former stranger, until I further talk to him, I will not know who taught to him the
southern way of doing things.
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Berea, Ohio to visit and take care of his uncle who has surgery on thursday.""Does
Ryan visit his uncle often?""Maybe about 6 times a year, they go to bingo, Marc's
grocery store, CVS, McDonald's, Burger King and others, but his uncle use to
be a former butcher and likes to cook for Ryan and the the house.""Seems like
Ryan has a real good time?""We had a ball. At first I read the directions wrong
that the online website where Golden Corral gave me the directions to their
location on Brookpark Road in Cleveland close to Ryan's uncle's house just a
few miles away in distance. The directions that I was given were:
1. Head west on Smucker Rd toward Egypt Rd
2, Turn right onto Egypt Rd
3. Turn right onto OH-585 N
4. Merge onto OH-21 N via the ramp on the left to Cleveland
5. Take the exit on the left onto I-77 N/OH-21 N
6. Continue to follow I-77 N
7. Take exit 156 to merge onto I-480 W toward Toledo
8. 8261 GOLDEN LINK BLVD.
9. Take exit 15 for Ridge Rd toward US-42
10. Turn left onto Ridge Rd
11. Turn right onto Brookpark Rd
12. Destination will be on the right
13. 8696 BROOKPARK ROAD
CLEVELAND, OH
8696 BROOKPARK ROAD
CLEVELAND, OH 44129
(216)635-0878
53 mins
After I copied and pasted it to a text document I should have copied it on my
printer but instead I quick printed it down so maybe Ryan could read it and
"guess what happened.""I have no idea.""I wrote down Interstate 71 instead
Interstate 77 which is farther west."'About 15 miles or less, not far.""Go on.""
I discovered that I was wrong when I saw exits in the 150's instead of in the
teens. Ryan was doing a good job as navigator in attempting to decipher my
printing, helping me eat by holding a small 1 serving Spam portion in one
of those packages that you can slide up after opening to eat, handling the
ticket and money when we went through the Ohio Turnpike toll gate, asking
two local police officers for directions to the Golden Corral and empyting
my coffee mug in the Golden Corral men's restroom so that I could take the
stuff into the delicious leftovers from the Golden Corral.""Knowing you
that's not the last of your adventures today.""You're right, it's not, I have
maybe 50 or more or less. Do you think I'll live long enough to tell those
thousand stories or over I remember?""You know what you always say,
Forrest, "it's up to God."""Thank you for remembering.""You're welcome and
I you know I have to go to bed, I hope we can get back on schedule
tomorrow.""I hope so to, finally.""Good night, sleep tight.""You too, good night."
The man I've been talking to, like me, sleeps in the basement of the house, he
in the former coal room of the southwest corner of the basement and I in the
cell-like room in the opposite northeast corner in the basement of the house.
He was first a total stranger but since then I've got to know him some. He told
me that he was born a yankee, like Ryan, but both have adopted the polite and
friendly southern way of doing things, Ryan taking after my example and the
former stranger, until I further talk to him, I will not know who taught to him the
southern way of doing things.
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