Friday September 4, 1992
I notice a spot on my cheek doesn't look right and seems to be growing. I make an appointment to see a doctor at 2 p.m. We are packed and ready to go to the Jazz Festival so we can leave ASAP. The doctor says it looks like an infection or a bite and gives me some medicine. Not to worry, maybe a bite.
We arrive at the Airport Marriott Hotel about 3:30 p.m. We get settled in our room and then get our badges and go in search of some great jazz music.
I don't feel real well so eat a light dinner. We're in bed about 11 p.m.
Hopefully, listening to some jazzy music will lift her spirits. The Airport Marriott is a beautiful hotel, first class! Sounds very romantic.
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