The Great Thanksgiving Houston Adventure

When Sean was three years old, Bo and Gram came up with the idea of going to Houston to see the Thanksgiving Day Parade. “Good idea!” said Mom. “Good idea!” said Dad. “Good idea!” said MeMaw. “Me Too!” said Sean.

The plan was Bo & Gram would pick Sean up from school (PRI) early Wednesday afternoon and take off for Houston. They would check into the Hyatt Regency Hotel and get all the room keys. Mom, Dad & MeMaw would come to Houston as soon as they finished work at 5 o’clock.

“Are you ready to go to Houston?” Gram yelled across the school playground to Sean as he was swinging on one of the swing sets.

“Gram!” should Sean as he bolted out of the swing & started running towards her.

“Yea!” said Gram as Sean reached her arms & she picked him up with a big hug. “Time for fun! Get your backpack from your cubby. Bo is waiting in the car.”

On the way to Houston, Gram rode in the backseat with Sean. They played with Sean’s little airplanes & ‘hot wheel’ cars. They sang songs and looked out the car windows. There was a lot of “what’s that Gram?” and “where’s Houston Bo?”

Before long they saw the big tall buildings of downtown Houston. “There it is!” squealed Sean. “I see it!”

“Yep. There it is” said Bo.

“We are going to spend the nigh in one of these tall buildings” said Gram.

“Oh, my!” said Sean.

As the car pulled into the parking garage of the hotel, a valet brought a cart to load the luggage. “Would you like to ride on the cart young man?” he asked Sean.

“Yes!” replied Sean.

The nice black man picked Sean up and put him right on top of the suitcases and off they went. As they entered the hotel lobby, Sean held tightly to the brass sides of the cart and looked up & up & up! The lobby was an open space with its ceiling up the full twenty-five floors of the hotel. Along one wall were glass elevators running up & down. You could see the people inside as they went up, up, up to their rooms or came down, down, down to the lobby. The huge lobby was decorated for Christmas with twinkling lights and you could hear music coming from the Baby Grande piano in the garden like restaurant on one side of the lobby.

“Look Gram!” said Sean as he, Gram & the valet waited for Bo to register them into the hotel.

“I see them,” said Gram. “We are going to ride on one of these elevators as soon as Bo gets our room keys.”