Its a nice little town with public greens and broad boulevards. Its claim to fame is that it is the "Fountain City". Just don't go there looking for fountains. The fountains are all underground (heck of a place to put fountains if you ask me). A little background work revealed that the fountains are actually Artesian wells. Apparently Bryan, Ohio did not make the short list of famous artesian sites, unlike a little resort a few miles from my home.
Bryan's real claim to fame is that it is home to Chris, Monica, Victoria, and Quinn. Their last name has been omited to protect the innocent. Chris is a household brother from the ol' college days. Monica is his wife, not a device in the RJG engineering department. (it's an RJG inside joke that I don't even know)
I would love to go into detail about all the fun I had while enjoying their hospitality, but really it was just good. The in-laws were in town, and Chris' parents live near by. It was a regular party with all the usual good stuff; BBQ chicken sandwiches, birthday cake, gifts, great conversation, chopping down large chinese elms, and hot breakfast; the usual.
After that lovely stay (and some more missing skin; log splitting demanded some) I am now at the Josephinum pontifical college visiting my seminarian brother. I will be providing an update of how that went when it's over. I can, however, promise in advance that it will involve trigger happy camera work and wet feet.
Sam's Summary
- I left Laura's
- I visited Chris
- I hacked up an elm
- I ate cake
- I wracked my noggin into a beam and was rejected like a Ben Wallace block
- I am now at Peter's "humble" place
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