Not to be confused with today. That would be Sunday. Not enough to say about Sunday yet.
Yesterday the final team for the 2018 World Series was set. Carl thinks he’s going to root for the Seattle Pilots 2018 version, otherwise known as the Milwaukee Brewers. [None of the players from the 1969 Pilots remain on the team. ] He is also hoping this year’s villain, Machado, of the Dodgers, has a really poor showing, which just about guarantees he will be the MVP.
Saturday started with breakfast with a friend from our time of residence in the fun Fort. The food was good diner fare, and the better part was they did not pressure us to move along, even after we had long since finished our meal. The walk to the diner was about 32 degrees. It was quite a bit warmer on the return trip. Soon after that walk we were back to eating. This time it was bratwurst with Bob.
We finally edged away from the table to visit with Carl’s brother at his store in Old Town.
Steve suggested we wander by what had been a bar during our time in town, Washingtons. It has been repurposed as an auditorium, but one of the main decorations is still displayed. A stained glass window from 1895 depicting George Washington with the God and Goddess of Victory.
Originally from Pittsburgh, it was moved here in 1977, and hung in the bar until 2016. I’m not sure whether I am more impressed with it’s survival over the first 82 years or the last 39 in a bar.
Pardon the quality of the pictures.
On Friday we had been reminiscing with Bob about his younger days. One memory he shared concerned his 1940 Torpedo, two-door coupe. We looked up some pictures, it was quite the car. Carl and I thought for a moment we had found that car in a nearby parking lot.
Not quite the same make or model, but we were only off by one year.
1939 Chevrolet
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