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Disco Dabber's avatar

Forgive me I don't remember the name of the hotel. The ultimate breakfast I had was in Germany deep in the black forest they had smoked trout caught locally, and many other fixings.

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I’m going to chime in here because this morning when I finally arose, it was 87° and my specialty oatmeal awaited me in my refrigerator. That’s just me though. The last time I was in a Hyatt in Panama City the hotel breakfast was nothing to write home about and rolled out to us by a robot. What’s so stupid about the whole thing though was a waiter had to take our order and walk out with the robot to put the plates on the table. My own preference is to have a good lunch or dinner trying something new then.

The Hackman story is under investigation. Seems like only one of their three dogs was affected with both of its owners. Gene was marvelous and I had no clue about his concert pianist wife. She was as talented in her musical field as he was in his.

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