We sprinted from Greater Indianapolis to Greater Cleveland yesterday, beating our ETA by five minutes and arriving at the University Heights home of Cousin Roger just before one o’clock. None of us had met Roger before: he's a retired policeman (Shaker Heights: he was on hand for the excitement when they had their police station blown up there in 1970) and the senior member by some years of this generation of Careagas. He and his wife MarnyJean and sons Clay and Brett (who design and manufacture jewelry in precious metals! —that Careaga "art" gene is a persistent one) could not have been more gracious. MarnyJean served us a lavish lunch of salmon quiche, a salad with exotic greens and bits of chopped mango, and a wonderful concoction called "Scotch eggs," which I'll attempt to duplicate upon return to my own kitchen and after suitable research. A shout-out to our Cleveland cousins, and thank you again for your many kindnesses. We look forward to connecting later in the trip with the St. Louis contingent of the clan.
This morning we depart Buffalo, where we overnighted, stop by—let me check my notes—Nigeria Falls, apparently quite the regional tourist attraction, where several abandoned bank accounts from sundry equatorial despots await us, before crossing New York into Massachusetts, and thence to the ancestral Fleming precincts of Greater Boston this evening. Billerica, here we come!
Roger’s Version: L-R: Clay, Brett, Roger, MarnyJean
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