After our visit to Quincy, we headed off to Chelsea, Michigan to see Erik's family. We also planned some side trips to see close friends. One road trip took us north, to Erik's hometown of Flint. Erik's grandmother passed away earlier this year, and he was unable to attend the funeral. We visited her grave, and the grave of his grandfather, in a cemetery outside of the city limits.Erik promised Carter that we would have lunch at Angelo's Coney Island, a Flint institution and a favorite when Erik lived in Flint. He told Carter that it served the best hot dogs ever, and Carter agreed. In the photo above, Carter sits below an old article from the Flint Journal featuring a quote from his grandfather about Angelo's ("Good fast service. Crossroads of Flint."). In the photo below, Carter requested that Erik take a snapshop of the last bite of the best hot dog before he consumed it.
We were also fortunate that a dear family friend was available for a visit. Erik has known Anne since he was very young - she was a fellow administrator in the Flint Community Schools along with his father - and chatting with her always lifts his spirits.
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