It's was cool to see the old Central Terminal full of people. How did they do it?
Beer. Magnificient beer. Is there anything beer can't do? Can God make a Rolling Rock so heavy that He himself can't drink it?
L to R: An easily amused Joe, Sheila . . .
. . . Li and Scott. And Sausage.
This, still, is not enough cowbell.
Li takes more pictures than I do!
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This picture was wrong and I apologize.
Looks like someone used all the toilet paper.
A still amused Joe, as Li and Farmer John look on.
Not only did Sheila plan ahead and wear a "Frankfurt" shirt to Oktoberfest, she smartly added a grip to her drink as well. Kudos!
There he goes again!
The H. H. Richardson Complex beckoned us ever closer as the clock struck midnight.
The next morning I went back to the Terminal to assist in a tour of the building. About 50-60 people showed up.
BCT on a Sunday morning.
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