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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Rhode Island

This past weekend, we went down to Rhode Island for a visit.
On Saturday, we rented a car (of course I got lost in Boston's crazy streets) and drove down to Block Island. Block ISland is a like a mini Martha's vineyard in Rhode Islland.
We got to the Island and rented some bikes with seats on the back. We put the kids on, with their helmets, and buckled them into the seats. And we were off. We went across the street to get some water. As I was getting off the Bike, I turned around to look at the Grand Councilwoman getting off the bike. Unfortunately, she the bike fell over sideways, and Stitch went with it. The GRand Councilwoman screamed, and I saw Stitch helplessly fall and the side of his head. Then the grand councilwoman kicked him in the head.
People came running from all over:
"OMG! Is he okay?"
"He hit his head! Did you see the fall?"
"I saw him fall and hit. It was hard! You need to take him to the medical center immediately!"
"He needs to get neurologically examined"
"We'll take your bikes! We won't charge you!"

We were so shocked and overwhelmed by all the people that we went straight to the medical center. As we were walking, I was thinking he was fine. . .
But we were so railroaded and couldn't go back, we went up to the medical center.
It was obvious that Stitch was fine. And the medical center confirmed it.
So we wasted an hour and probably have a huge medical bill waiting at home. I have to say that this is our first experience with too many other people who don't have kids thinking they know what is best. Next time I'll tell them to go shove it.
We ended the day with a taxi tour around the island. The taxi driver was a bit morbid. She kept talking about all the dead people in her life. . her mom who died when a plane crashed into the gas station. Her son "John". "I had a John. He died too". Other people who died. It was morbid.
We ate clam chowder at "Finns" on the island. Probably some of the best we've had in a while. And given that its the Councilwoman's favourite and we're now in New England, we've had a lot of it.
Next we stopped at my coworker's place for dinner nearby, and ended with a visit with my cousin Simon to NewPort and just hanging out at his place.

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