FDR homestead lovely in its excessiveness, a lot of clutter, a lot of photographs, my sort of thing even aside from a vague inherited fondness for the man, sweet young thing went back & forth between kid in candy store and worn down by the endlessness of it, to be expected, liked watching her gleeful moments. Got some nice stuff from the gift shop, 1000 piece US Presidents jigsaw I'm quite looking forward to assembling, etc.

Dinner at oldest operating inn in the US was somewhat unremarkable but tasty & filling, nice rare local duck, come for the weekend, stay for the slicing into tasty tidbits, quack!

Resting at inn now, playing with Internet, uploading the many photos I took, listening to 'Peace Train'. Come on, come on, come on.

Maybe bar rock down the street later.