So there I was, first day of Necronomicon 2019.  I had made sort of a "test trip"—to make certain, everything (travel-wise) was okay.  (I have . . . industrial-strength problems, with "new" places.  (. . .)) I was alone.  I was sitting there, helpless in my level of autism—unable to navigate, either the program, or Providence.

      That made me angry.  I decided–then and there–NOT to be helpless.  So, over the course of tens of minutes, I broke things down. . . .  ONE piece at a time. . . . Calm. . . .

      First, movies. Second, travel (map). Somewhat miraculously, I was able to navigate myself, to the library.  This was . . . quite nostalgic for me.  I had very fond (and very strong) memories, of the library.  Being here again–where I might never have been again, or even know where that was–was a great . . . vindication, and comfort, to me (one that I never knew I'd ever get to feel, 'n stuff).

      I am SOO glad I did.  (!! (!!)) For, in so doing, I got to see, one of the most amazing films, I have ever seen (and may well never have known about, otherwise) :



      And (across the street), I was to "re-find" one of the coolest bars . . . ever.

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      (Note: It is now October 21st, 2019—and I come to doubt, if this is the bar I thought it was. . . .  Oh well—I'll just have to check—in 2021.  (!!) ( :) ;) ))



      The Hotel Biltmore. I took this picture—because I am positively OBSESSED with my '78 CORDOBA!!  (!!) (She's a 318.)



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      On the way out [of Providence], and ad for . . . ponies.  Why is it–wherever I go–I can't seem to escape. . . .


Ponies.




       :p :p :P :P

And thus ended, day one.

On to day two. . . .

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