<< part of my continuing series recording memories to assure myself I've actually been to the places I think I've been to>>

This one is silly. Of course I've been to Delaware. I was born here, and I live here now. I did move away from age 21 to 41, but at 40 I had a kid and moving back "home" made sense. (Decent schools, low cost of living, family nearby) My parents had recently passed, and I inherited their house. It's a basic late 60s suburban track house but a house non-the-less, so I bought my brother out and have been living here rent/mortage free since 2011.

I could fill a book on Delaware - growing up in this lazy smalltown, going to the University of Delaware, that summer at the beach, coming back for visits and eventually settled back here, raising a kid here. I've been to all our 19 state parks. My favorite is White Clay Creek. My favorite beach is Indian River (err, more properly called Delaware Seashore State Park). We have a lovely blues jam night most every Thursday at a local bar. I work very part time these days at our local art museum, which is quite impressive if I do say so myself: Biggs Museum of American Art. 

Ugh, this entry is going nowhere. Too much to tell, and no story to knit it together. Here, a sunrise view from my bedroom window onto my neglected garden.

Also, my favorite Delaware bridge with dramatic morning sky, seen from my campervan after overnighting at Indian River

Yup. Delaware. Check!