Posted: April 12, 2011, Last Updated: May 19, 2011
| Jean Dixon Sanders
April 12, 2011I felt a little bit like Eloise when we walked through the inviting reception area of the Tidewater Inn. Immediately I was seized with the urge to take off my shoes and slide in my socks across the invitingly shiny black flagged floor. I have no doubt that the friendly staff would have encouraged me in this childish behavior as they were so solicitious about my my other creature comforts. There was not one raised eyebrow when I appeared in the Hunters' Tavern the next day, clutching my computer and seeking a Diet Coke at o'dark thirty. Poof! Magic. Diet Coke and wi-fi. ...
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