This old hotel...

once thrived and pulsed, the heart of glitz and glamour in Billings, Montana, if not everywhere east of Denver and west of Minneapolis, hosting such highlifes as royalty, Prince Olaf and Princess Martha. That was until it burnt down in the 40s and it's attempted rehabilitation must have been slightly less then a success. My dear Grandpa pointed out a cracked mirror, a missing elevator button for the second floor, and styrofoam cups with a chuckle at the AAA discription of the "historic hotel". Road trips with Grandparents are wonderful.

So here I am a day away from Aberdeen South Dakota, and the return to student life, and two days behind me sits an island that has burrowed itself into my heart. Or perhaps it was my heart that was left burried in the sand. When I first arrived I was so amused by how few people were originally from the island. Everyone had some story about visiting a friend, or coming for vacation and never leaving. Now I understand why. I fell in love. However excited I am to be back at school,burried in music and books, I can't wait to come back to the ocean and the island and my dear summer friend.