BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 8
Raise the Jolly Roger!
The Sislers are 5-0 at Pirate games this year. 2-0 over the Braves. 3-0 over the Padres. We wish we could stay in the Burgh for this coming 4 game set with the first place St. Louis Cardinals! Stinking Cards scored 2 in the top of the 9th to turn back a determined Chicago Cubs team, leaving the Bucs 4.5 games out of first place. A 4 game sweep by the Pirates will leave the good guys percentage points out of first place at the All Star Break – a seeming impossibility as recently as 2 weeks ago. Let’s go Bucs!
Our fellow travelers are getting an early start in the morning, heading back for Edgewater. CJ has a doctor’s appointment Friday, so they will go straight back. Your humble scribe and She Who Must Be Obeyed will be in no hurry to get up or get out and will probably drive only half way – there are more antique shops to be explored!
For breakfast this morning we went to the Dor Stop, an eatery once featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. This was our second visit, and our selections were much better than two years ago. Maybe we just ordered better, but good groceries were enjoyed by all (almost all). I had two eggs over medium well accompanied by German Potato pancakes (with applesauce and sour cream) and wheat toast. Yummy. Bonnie’s breakfast was just okay, she explains. The toast was just okay. They had no apple butter for her raising toast. The bacon was not to her liking. The eggs scrambled with cheese were acceptable. The chocolate milk was very good.
From there we went to Barnes and Noble for a marathon magazine reading adventure. It is not an official “Bros and Hoes” unless there is a stop at a book store. While I read, Bonnie explored the nearby mall, bought a birthday present for Emma, and Gloria Jean’s coffee for me – caramel nut! Other purchases cannot be identified in this blog because of upcoming special occasions, and those who will be feted, can read.
For the second day in a row our bed was made.
For the third day in a row we enjoyed a baseball game in the rain – only scattered drops tonight, but the threat was there all evening.
And now we are back in the room, packed and ready for a good night’s sleep before heading south in the morning.
I’ll see you on the road somewhere.
TTFN!
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Rain drops keep falling on our heads, but we had our ponchos
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 7
Rain drops keep falling on our heads, but we had our ponchos
After an hour and 45 minute rain delay, the Pirates won, pulling within 4 ½ games of the coming back to earth St. Louis Cardinals. With continued good play, we can take over first place Sunday night (tune in fans – game of the week).
We started the day at Cool Springs miniature golf – it’s one of our regular stops on our annual Pittsburgh tours. I shot 3 over on the first hole, and finished only 2 over for the course. And yes, sports fans, that was the winning score. She Who Must Be Obeyed was second, the Bro third, and CJ had a good time.
After that we went to an antique store that I thought we had been to before, but I think I was mistaken. As Dad might have said, “They are sure proud of their stuff.” Very expensive. We left all the stuff, and all the dust, in the store.
And when we got back to the room about 2:30, guess what! See picture below!
TTFN!
Rain drops keep falling on our heads, but we had our ponchos
After an hour and 45 minute rain delay, the Pirates won, pulling within 4 ½ games of the coming back to earth St. Louis Cardinals. With continued good play, we can take over first place Sunday night (tune in fans – game of the week).
We started the day at Cool Springs miniature golf – it’s one of our regular stops on our annual Pittsburgh tours. I shot 3 over on the first hole, and finished only 2 over for the course. And yes, sports fans, that was the winning score. She Who Must Be Obeyed was second, the Bro third, and CJ had a good time.
After that we went to an antique store that I thought we had been to before, but I think I was mistaken. As Dad might have said, “They are sure proud of their stuff.” Very expensive. We left all the stuff, and all the dust, in the store.
And when we got back to the room about 2:30, guess what! See picture below!
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| Squeaking wheels see motel policies reversed! |
TTFN!
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Tom Bodette is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 6
Tom Bodette is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.
You fans of Lewis Grizzard will recognize that I ripped off one the late scribe’s book titles (Elvis is dead ... ).
How many more examples of zero customer service can I tell you, dear reader, about Motel 6 on Banksville Road in Pittsburgh?
Yesterday we came back from our morning rambles – breakfast, Wal-Mart, and a trip to our favorite miniature golf place but did not play because it was raining – at about 1:30. The beds in our rooms had not been made. I went out to the desk and asked when we might expect housekeeping, because it was naptime.
The nasty woman at the desk said, “Housekeeping has already been in your room.”
“And left the bed unmade,” I said.
“We never make beds on extended stays.”
“Since when?”
“Since we became a Motel 6.”
“This is our third stay and they were always made. When did you become a Motel 6?” I asked.
“January 2013.”
“Well, we were here in July 2013 and July 2014, and the beds were made.”
“I am sure they were not,” Nasty Woman said.
I assured her she was mistaken. She said, “I’m not going to argue with you.” I assured her she was arguing with me.
I asked for the manager. She’s off today. Where’s the number two? She’s off today. “So what are you doing?” I asked. “I’m working the desk.” I said, “You are sitting here. I see no sign of working.”
And so it goes!
But RAISE THE JOLLY ROGER! Bottom of the 9th. Cutch sets the table. Pedro drives him in. Bucs win! Bucs win! Bucs win!
TTFN
Tom Bodette is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.
You fans of Lewis Grizzard will recognize that I ripped off one the late scribe’s book titles (Elvis is dead ... ).
How many more examples of zero customer service can I tell you, dear reader, about Motel 6 on Banksville Road in Pittsburgh?
Yesterday we came back from our morning rambles – breakfast, Wal-Mart, and a trip to our favorite miniature golf place but did not play because it was raining – at about 1:30. The beds in our rooms had not been made. I went out to the desk and asked when we might expect housekeeping, because it was naptime.
The nasty woman at the desk said, “Housekeeping has already been in your room.”
“And left the bed unmade,” I said.
“We never make beds on extended stays.”
“Since when?”
“Since we became a Motel 6.”
“This is our third stay and they were always made. When did you become a Motel 6?” I asked.
“January 2013.”
“Well, we were here in July 2013 and July 2014, and the beds were made.”
“I am sure they were not,” Nasty Woman said.
I assured her she was mistaken. She said, “I’m not going to argue with you.” I assured her she was arguing with me.
I asked for the manager. She’s off today. Where’s the number two? She’s off today. “So what are you doing?” I asked. “I’m working the desk.” I said, “You are sitting here. I see no sign of working.”
And so it goes!
But RAISE THE JOLLY ROGER! Bottom of the 9th. Cutch sets the table. Pedro drives him in. Bucs win! Bucs win! Bucs win!
TTFN
Monday, July 6, 2015
Pictures from the Dinner Cruise
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| Sailing down the Allegheny |
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| Raise the Jolly Roger! |
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| Point Park |
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| A city of bridges |
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| West End Bridge |
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| Downtown and the Liberty Tunnel Bridge |
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| Downtown and the Roberto Clemente Bridge |
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| That's our boat! |
Tom Bodette, where are you?
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 5
Tom Bodette, where are you?
We left Chambersburg about 9:30 heading for Pittsburgh, down and up and down and up and down Route 30. Old-fashioned, non-interstate driving. Over Sidling Hill and some other mountain whose name I can’t remember, but there are tunnels through them if you are on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, America’s First Super Highway.
Quick pit stop in Breezewood and then on the Turnpike. Got a text from the Bro. They were about 15 minutes ahead of us. We stopped at the next service area, and toodled together into the Burgh.
It wouldn’t have taken so long to get to Pittsburgh if my traveling companion’s bladder had not been working over time. Princess Pee-a-lot-a was on the road (she told me to put that in).
The Motel 6 may have left the light on for us, but the gal working the front desk was the dimmest of the bulbs. We had 3 reservations. Bonnie and I for Sunday night. Kyle and Cathy, Sunday through Wednesday night. Bonnie and I Monday through Wednesday night. What to do? What to do? Struggle! Think! (Nah!) Oh, hey, let’s cancel the Sunday night one, make it Sunday through Wednesday, and then we only have two reservations, one for each couple. Oh my goodness! Actor Tom Bodette, the former voice of Motel 6, must be rolling over in his grave. If he is still alive, he just turned the light off!
The dinner cruise on the Gateway Clipper was quite enjoyable. Good dinner. Super table companions. The food was served buffet style, and Bonnie and I were last back to the table. We prayed, and after the “Amen,” one of the men remarked, “That’s neat! All 6 of us prayed!”
Back at the room, we played 4 games of Setback. Bros 2. Hoes 2.
I’ll post pictures from the cruise in the next blog.
TTFN!
Tom Bodette, where are you?
We left Chambersburg about 9:30 heading for Pittsburgh, down and up and down and up and down Route 30. Old-fashioned, non-interstate driving. Over Sidling Hill and some other mountain whose name I can’t remember, but there are tunnels through them if you are on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, America’s First Super Highway.
Quick pit stop in Breezewood and then on the Turnpike. Got a text from the Bro. They were about 15 minutes ahead of us. We stopped at the next service area, and toodled together into the Burgh.
It wouldn’t have taken so long to get to Pittsburgh if my traveling companion’s bladder had not been working over time. Princess Pee-a-lot-a was on the road (she told me to put that in).
The Motel 6 may have left the light on for us, but the gal working the front desk was the dimmest of the bulbs. We had 3 reservations. Bonnie and I for Sunday night. Kyle and Cathy, Sunday through Wednesday night. Bonnie and I Monday through Wednesday night. What to do? What to do? Struggle! Think! (Nah!) Oh, hey, let’s cancel the Sunday night one, make it Sunday through Wednesday, and then we only have two reservations, one for each couple. Oh my goodness! Actor Tom Bodette, the former voice of Motel 6, must be rolling over in his grave. If he is still alive, he just turned the light off!
The dinner cruise on the Gateway Clipper was quite enjoyable. Good dinner. Super table companions. The food was served buffet style, and Bonnie and I were last back to the table. We prayed, and after the “Amen,” one of the men remarked, “That’s neat! All 6 of us prayed!”
Back at the room, we played 4 games of Setback. Bros 2. Hoes 2.
I’ll post pictures from the cruise in the next blog.
TTFN!
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Not the Mama!
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 4
Not the Mama!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
It’s not “Happy 4th of July,” because every nation in the world has July 4th. Only America celebrates her independence from colonialism on that day. Happy Independence Day!
Breakfast this morning was biscuits and gravy (for your humble scribe) and French toast for She Who Must Be Obeyed. Our hosts were the good folks at Peggy’s Restaurant – a free breakfast provided by Mr. and Mrs. Patel as thanks for staying at their inn.
Behind us were 5 folks with thick Western Pennsylvania accents (see y’uns toomarrey) enjoying their breakfast and friendly banter. The subject at one point was whether or not you put butter into macaroni when you cook it. A man sitting by himself (the 5th) said you do. The single man with 3 women (all three of whom had prematurely blue hair) said you don’t. He said, “Okay, let’s take a poll. Who puts butter in their macaroni?” The poll taker raised his hand. Bonnie and I raised ours. That made it 4-3, and we were included into the group. Not satisfied, the poll taker called out the cook who said, “You do not.” So 5-3.
Earlier PT was watching a news report about North Carolina shark attacks, and efforts to fence in swimming areas. He said, “If you don’t want to be eaten by sharks, stay out of the damj water!” I suggest we nominate him for president. A clear thinker, ready to act decisively!
The head waitress was telling the regulars that she used to have a restaurant called Mama B’s and were trying to recreate it in Chambersburg. She was “The Mama” and her husband was “Not the Mama.” If you never watched it (shame on you and look it up on YouTube) there was a show called “Dinosaurs” years ago where the baby dinosaur hit his dad on the head with a skillet and called him “Not the Mama.” Great stuff – our oldest loved one episode where Not the Mama threw the baby across the room for hitting him in the head with a skillet. As the baby slid down the wall, he said, “Again! Again!” Probably be taken off the air for cruelty to baby dinosaurs today!
The restauranteurs have two dolls of Baby on display. We asked Mama to pose.
We did some antiquing, driving from Chambersburg to Gettysburg. I carried 9 post cards of old Augusta around for about an hour and then put them back. I figured they’d just end up in a drawer back at 233, so I saved the money.
We had lunch at Dunlap’s Restaurant – closed faced turkey sandwiches with mashed potatoes for me and French fries for Bonnie. It would have been like being back at Howard Johnson’s if they’d’ve been open faced, but you can’t have everything.
From there we went to the Seminary Ridge Museum. Seminary Ridge was the place where the Battle of Gettysburg began on July 1, 1863. Before it was over on July 3, there were 51,000 casualties – dead, wounded, and missing. Gettysburg was burying bodies and body parts until late August. And the war would go on for two more years. In the end the total dead would be 620,000. It was not until Vietnam that the total dead Americans in all wars would pass the number killed during the un-Civil War. And it would take the life of perhaps America’s greatest president, Abraham Lincoln, and with his death, condemn the nation to decades, if not more than a century of strife. But that’s a tale for another time (read Bill O’Reilly’s “Killing Lincoln” for a moving telling of that tragedy).
When we came out of the museum it was still raining, so we decided to take in an indoor activity and went to see the reboot of the Terminator movie series. Good movie, but not for children. The PG-13 rating is well-deserved. It is not Pappy approved.
Supper was consumed at the Frank Theaters Gettysburg 10 – one large popcorn, refilled, and one large coke.
On the way to the theater we passed a miniature golf course called “Mulligan MacDuffer’s,” did a u-turn and went back and played 18 enjoyable holes. Modesty prevents me from telling you how much I won by – but it would take all of one hand and two fingers from the other. It’s a great course. Those who have played the miniature golf course in Pittsburgh would have recognized the type. Lots of fun.
And now ... to bed, to bed said Sleepy Head ...
See you tomorrow from the Burgh.
TTFN!
Not the Mama!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
It’s not “Happy 4th of July,” because every nation in the world has July 4th. Only America celebrates her independence from colonialism on that day. Happy Independence Day!
Breakfast this morning was biscuits and gravy (for your humble scribe) and French toast for She Who Must Be Obeyed. Our hosts were the good folks at Peggy’s Restaurant – a free breakfast provided by Mr. and Mrs. Patel as thanks for staying at their inn.
Behind us were 5 folks with thick Western Pennsylvania accents (see y’uns toomarrey) enjoying their breakfast and friendly banter. The subject at one point was whether or not you put butter into macaroni when you cook it. A man sitting by himself (the 5th) said you do. The single man with 3 women (all three of whom had prematurely blue hair) said you don’t. He said, “Okay, let’s take a poll. Who puts butter in their macaroni?” The poll taker raised his hand. Bonnie and I raised ours. That made it 4-3, and we were included into the group. Not satisfied, the poll taker called out the cook who said, “You do not.” So 5-3.
Earlier PT was watching a news report about North Carolina shark attacks, and efforts to fence in swimming areas. He said, “If you don’t want to be eaten by sharks, stay out of the damj water!” I suggest we nominate him for president. A clear thinker, ready to act decisively!
The head waitress was telling the regulars that she used to have a restaurant called Mama B’s and were trying to recreate it in Chambersburg. She was “The Mama” and her husband was “Not the Mama.” If you never watched it (shame on you and look it up on YouTube) there was a show called “Dinosaurs” years ago where the baby dinosaur hit his dad on the head with a skillet and called him “Not the Mama.” Great stuff – our oldest loved one episode where Not the Mama threw the baby across the room for hitting him in the head with a skillet. As the baby slid down the wall, he said, “Again! Again!” Probably be taken off the air for cruelty to baby dinosaurs today!
The restauranteurs have two dolls of Baby on display. We asked Mama to pose.
We did some antiquing, driving from Chambersburg to Gettysburg. I carried 9 post cards of old Augusta around for about an hour and then put them back. I figured they’d just end up in a drawer back at 233, so I saved the money.
We had lunch at Dunlap’s Restaurant – closed faced turkey sandwiches with mashed potatoes for me and French fries for Bonnie. It would have been like being back at Howard Johnson’s if they’d’ve been open faced, but you can’t have everything.
From there we went to the Seminary Ridge Museum. Seminary Ridge was the place where the Battle of Gettysburg began on July 1, 1863. Before it was over on July 3, there were 51,000 casualties – dead, wounded, and missing. Gettysburg was burying bodies and body parts until late August. And the war would go on for two more years. In the end the total dead would be 620,000. It was not until Vietnam that the total dead Americans in all wars would pass the number killed during the un-Civil War. And it would take the life of perhaps America’s greatest president, Abraham Lincoln, and with his death, condemn the nation to decades, if not more than a century of strife. But that’s a tale for another time (read Bill O’Reilly’s “Killing Lincoln” for a moving telling of that tragedy).
When we came out of the museum it was still raining, so we decided to take in an indoor activity and went to see the reboot of the Terminator movie series. Good movie, but not for children. The PG-13 rating is well-deserved. It is not Pappy approved.
Supper was consumed at the Frank Theaters Gettysburg 10 – one large popcorn, refilled, and one large coke.
On the way to the theater we passed a miniature golf course called “Mulligan MacDuffer’s,” did a u-turn and went back and played 18 enjoyable holes. Modesty prevents me from telling you how much I won by – but it would take all of one hand and two fingers from the other. It’s a great course. Those who have played the miniature golf course in Pittsburgh would have recognized the type. Lots of fun.
And now ... to bed, to bed said Sleepy Head ...
See you tomorrow from the Burgh.
TTFN!
Friday, July 3, 2015
If you like me, my name is Julie. If not, it’s Courtney
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 3
If you like me, my name is Julie. If not, it’s Courtney
We were up early this morning and had breakfast at Uncle Buck’s Restaurant. I had creamed chipped beef on home fried potatoes. Excellent. Bonnie had two eggs fried hard, home fries, and country ham. It was all good until she spilled her glass of chocolate milk over the table and onto the floor. At least the food did not get wet.
I think the last time we saw Luray Caverns was almost 47 years ago. Matt says, “Nope.” I can’t remember taking the JAMM Kids, but then there are one or two things I don’t remember, so who knows.
But they are spectacular. Take a couple days off. Book a room at the Luray Caverns Motel. And take the tour. I’ve been in a lot of caverns, but these are the most beautiful I have ever seen. I’ll post a few pictures below.
We had a great guide, a young lady named Julie, who had a tough job, because there were about 40 of us spread out over the cavern. Many people wouldn’t keep up, and when they did come up close, they wouldn’t close their yaps long enough to hear what she was saying. Kind of like being a preacher, I guess. At the end of the tour she thanked us and said, “Remember, my name is Julie, if you liked me. If you didn’t, my name is Courtney.” We liked her.
We toured the Luray old-timey car museum, saw some great rides, and then headed our ride, Frank, up Route 340 to Interstate 81 and Chambersburg, PA.
We stopped in Front Royal at the Knotty Pine Restaurant for lunch. I can’t remember what part of town the Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge was in where we spent the first night of our honeymoon, but looking around, we saw nothing familiar. Other than ourselves. Several years older, and several shades greyer. And balder – one of us, anyway.
Bonnie wanted to stop in Williamsport to visit her parents grave, and we drove by the church where we were married. That hasn’t changed, at least from the outside.
Mr. and Mrs. Patel greeted us at the Travelodge, and welcomed us to a nice room that didn’t have the bed made. At least the covers were turned down on one corner and it was way too early for turn down service. So they got clean sheets and remade the bed. I napped. Bonnie Kindled. Then we went to One Lincoln Place for supper in Gettysburg.
We wandered around for a while until we met Pat at the Lincoln statue on the southeast corner of the town square. Pat took us on a historical walking tour for almost two hours, and it was fantastic. Dressed in period costume, she told us history of the battle of Gettysburg from the points of view of individual persons in the town. Her talk was very animated, using different voices, and motions, and gestures. She was very enthusiastic. A great time, indeed!
Now we are back in our room with popcorn consumed, pajamas on, and as soon as I proof this, I’ll post it to the blog, and then off to bed.
TTFN!
If you like me, my name is Julie. If not, it’s Courtney
We were up early this morning and had breakfast at Uncle Buck’s Restaurant. I had creamed chipped beef on home fried potatoes. Excellent. Bonnie had two eggs fried hard, home fries, and country ham. It was all good until she spilled her glass of chocolate milk over the table and onto the floor. At least the food did not get wet.
I think the last time we saw Luray Caverns was almost 47 years ago. Matt says, “Nope.” I can’t remember taking the JAMM Kids, but then there are one or two things I don’t remember, so who knows.
But they are spectacular. Take a couple days off. Book a room at the Luray Caverns Motel. And take the tour. I’ve been in a lot of caverns, but these are the most beautiful I have ever seen. I’ll post a few pictures below.
We had a great guide, a young lady named Julie, who had a tough job, because there were about 40 of us spread out over the cavern. Many people wouldn’t keep up, and when they did come up close, they wouldn’t close their yaps long enough to hear what she was saying. Kind of like being a preacher, I guess. At the end of the tour she thanked us and said, “Remember, my name is Julie, if you liked me. If you didn’t, my name is Courtney.” We liked her.
We toured the Luray old-timey car museum, saw some great rides, and then headed our ride, Frank, up Route 340 to Interstate 81 and Chambersburg, PA.
We stopped in Front Royal at the Knotty Pine Restaurant for lunch. I can’t remember what part of town the Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge was in where we spent the first night of our honeymoon, but looking around, we saw nothing familiar. Other than ourselves. Several years older, and several shades greyer. And balder – one of us, anyway.
Bonnie wanted to stop in Williamsport to visit her parents grave, and we drove by the church where we were married. That hasn’t changed, at least from the outside.
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| Williamsport Church of God (it's another brand now) |
Mr. and Mrs. Patel greeted us at the Travelodge, and welcomed us to a nice room that didn’t have the bed made. At least the covers were turned down on one corner and it was way too early for turn down service. So they got clean sheets and remade the bed. I napped. Bonnie Kindled. Then we went to One Lincoln Place for supper in Gettysburg.
We wandered around for a while until we met Pat at the Lincoln statue on the southeast corner of the town square. Pat took us on a historical walking tour for almost two hours, and it was fantastic. Dressed in period costume, she told us history of the battle of Gettysburg from the points of view of individual persons in the town. Her talk was very animated, using different voices, and motions, and gestures. She was very enthusiastic. A great time, indeed!
Now we are back in our room with popcorn consumed, pajamas on, and as soon as I proof this, I’ll post it to the blog, and then off to bed.
TTFN!
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Go, Stop, Go, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stay, Sit
BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 2
Go, Stop, Go, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stay, Sit
Oh what a day!
It started with a good breakfast and a nice antique store. Then we headed up Interstate 81 for the Roanoke area and more antiques, before going to Luray Caverns Motel.
We stopped in Christiansburg (wonder if they’ll make them change the name with the Supreme Court is finished tearing up the Constitution) for lunch at the Bluebird Café with plans for an antique store two doors down. We decided to head on for Roanoke, and when we were an hour away we got caught in a monstrous parking lot. A tractor-trailer had caught fire about 30 miles ahead and it took us over 2.5 hours to make the 30 miles. So we just came on to the motel, checked in, and went to a Mexican restaurant for supper.
Our goal for the trip is to never eat at a restaurant whose name we recognize. So far, three good meals and one just so-so (that would be last night’s truck stop dinner and the 30 year old baked potato).
I’m tired. I’ll try to be clever tomorrow.
TTFN
Go, Stop, Go, Stop, Stop, Stop, Stay, Sit
Oh what a day!
It started with a good breakfast and a nice antique store. Then we headed up Interstate 81 for the Roanoke area and more antiques, before going to Luray Caverns Motel.
We stopped in Christiansburg (wonder if they’ll make them change the name with the Supreme Court is finished tearing up the Constitution) for lunch at the Bluebird Café with plans for an antique store two doors down. We decided to head on for Roanoke, and when we were an hour away we got caught in a monstrous parking lot. A tractor-trailer had caught fire about 30 miles ahead and it took us over 2.5 hours to make the 30 miles. So we just came on to the motel, checked in, and went to a Mexican restaurant for supper.
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| The view from our motel balcony |
I’m tired. I’ll try to be clever tomorrow.
TTFN
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
BLOG ON THE ROAD Day 1
ANDY, OPIE, BARNEY, AND AUNT BEA
Well, here are your favorite cruisers, cruising on dry land, heading for the Holy City – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and 3 games with the Pittsburgh Pirates.
But first, it’s a road trip!
We are lodged at the Best Western in Mount Airy, NC – the home of Andy Griffith. And the password for the motel wireless is “auntbea”!
We left 233 at 10 a.m. It just seemed wrong to be leaving so late, but as She Who Must Be Obeyed said, “We have no place to be until Sunday night in Pittsburgh.” And she is right – our first scheduled event is the dinner cruise on the Gateway Clipper.
Until then it’s antique stores, antique stores, Luray Caverns, and antique stores.
First stop was The Sleep Poet Antique Mall in Charlotte. Two hours later we left with two old Life Magazines and 8 glasses. And one package, contents unknown to your humble scribe.
The Lifes were stories of the Apollo astronauts. The first one – May 1967 – has Wally Schirra as the Commander of Apollo 11. The second one – June 1968 – has Wally Schirra as the Commander of Apollo 7. All you space historians know that the commander of Apollo 11 was Neil Armstrong, so some where NASA changed its mind (there was something wrong with the one they had?). I hope the secret is revealed.
The glasses are decorated with royalty – Aces, Kings, Queens, and Jacks – to be filled Diet Dew and used at the card table.
We bought nothing at the second store, but did get a photograph of some interesting items. Check the picture.
We had dinner tonight at the truck stop where 30 years ago (the JAMM kids may remember) we stopped because the Grey Ghost wasn’t running right and a local mechanic fixed it so we could continue on to Skinny Granny and Pappy’s and then to Granny and Pappy Carter’s. I am pretty sure that the baked potato Bonnie had tonight was on the buffet that day!
Now “American Picker” reruns are playing on the TV as we consume the evening’s ration of popcorn.
Tomorrow we head for Luray, Virginia and our first visit at the Luray Caverns since August, 1968.
So, TTFN!
Well, here are your favorite cruisers, cruising on dry land, heading for the Holy City – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and 3 games with the Pittsburgh Pirates.
But first, it’s a road trip!
We are lodged at the Best Western in Mount Airy, NC – the home of Andy Griffith. And the password for the motel wireless is “auntbea”!
We left 233 at 10 a.m. It just seemed wrong to be leaving so late, but as She Who Must Be Obeyed said, “We have no place to be until Sunday night in Pittsburgh.” And she is right – our first scheduled event is the dinner cruise on the Gateway Clipper.
Until then it’s antique stores, antique stores, Luray Caverns, and antique stores.
First stop was The Sleep Poet Antique Mall in Charlotte. Two hours later we left with two old Life Magazines and 8 glasses. And one package, contents unknown to your humble scribe.
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| Hulkamania Brother! |
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| It could have been at 117 Shenandoah Avenue. Moment of silence. |
The Lifes were stories of the Apollo astronauts. The first one – May 1967 – has Wally Schirra as the Commander of Apollo 11. The second one – June 1968 – has Wally Schirra as the Commander of Apollo 7. All you space historians know that the commander of Apollo 11 was Neil Armstrong, so some where NASA changed its mind (there was something wrong with the one they had?). I hope the secret is revealed.
The glasses are decorated with royalty – Aces, Kings, Queens, and Jacks – to be filled Diet Dew and used at the card table.
We bought nothing at the second store, but did get a photograph of some interesting items. Check the picture.
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We had dinner tonight at the truck stop where 30 years ago (the JAMM kids may remember) we stopped because the Grey Ghost wasn’t running right and a local mechanic fixed it so we could continue on to Skinny Granny and Pappy’s and then to Granny and Pappy Carter’s. I am pretty sure that the baked potato Bonnie had tonight was on the buffet that day!
Now “American Picker” reruns are playing on the TV as we consume the evening’s ration of popcorn.
Tomorrow we head for Luray, Virginia and our first visit at the Luray Caverns since August, 1968.
So, TTFN!
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