Hey, all. I have misplaced my little red notebook where I record the things I want to blog about, so I guess I'll just have to rack my pea-brain and wing it, for now. More about wings later.
We are still in "Pencil-vania," not to be confused with "Penni-available." We are camped at another one of their state parks, this one called Racoon Creek State Park, about 25 miles due west of Pittsburger where the kids live. More about this later.
Lets start with some...Bob-servations:
A road sign here read "Wear your seatbelt for the next million miles." That's not encouraging if you need to make a rest stop really bad, know what I mean?
Saw a man riding a motorcycle wearing a cowboy hat. He actually had a helmet on, but the cowboy hat was hanging around his neck for dear life. Maybe he had a passenger on the bike hanging on so tightly it only looked like one person, not two?
Found a gravemarker that read COFFIN. No duh! Like anyone was gonna dig it up to find out what was buried there.
Okay, now to other good stuff...
Did you know there is a Mars and Moon, PA? There might be others, but those are the two we have come across. I haven't seen the Mars police cars, but the ones in Moon are marked Moon Police across the trunk. Imagine someone being a doper and seeing one of these cars on the side of the road. Moon Police. That ought to freak 'em out.
The three rivers which flow through, around and in Pissburgh have huge bridges across them. The bridges are painted different colors to identify them to the residents. The Yellow bridge, the Blue bridge, the Green bridge. One bridge is called the Hot Metal bridge because some foundry used to move hot metal over the roadway to the other side via the bridge. If that bridge were to fail and somebody was beneath it, they would be cooked.
Another bridge has pieces falling off it. So, to remedy the problem, netting was suspened underneath it to catch the falling pieces. But that's not enough, so they built a solid structure underneath the bridge just in case the netting was insufficient. Why not just fix the problem properly and save yourself some money?
We went to a restaurant, actually a bar, with the kids the othernight and had chicken wings. These were no ordinary chicken wings, they were BIG CHICKEN WINGS, not to be confused with "big scaredy cats," which are completely different. The wings were whole wings (not pieces is pieces and parts is parts) deep fried and coated with whatever sauce (hot, BBQ, garlic, honey mustard) or just plain with no sauce. Cost on Tuesday nights, after 7p and before 10p, six for $3. Beer specials begin at 8p. One plate of these monster wings would be enough for anyone, almost. Along with celery and blue cheese or ranch dressing, you "gots yourself a meal." And, watching the Pitt. Pirates beat the D-backs made the meal complete.
We also went to a movie with the kids. It was called Stardust. I would recommend it, ok, I do recommend it (thanks, Sujo) for anyone wanting to see a light comedy. Has big stars in it playing oddball parts. Has a unicorn in it, that's freaky.
Been doing genealogy up in Mercer county. Found Corinne's great grandpa's, to the sixth degree, records. Went to the cemetery where he is buried, but could not locate his headstone or footstone. Did you know some folks have footstones? How would anyone know if its a head or foot stone? Someone could visit the graveyard and completely be standing at the wrong end talking to the dead. How embarassing would that be? Anyway, lots of markers are so old and worn they can't be read. We think this is the situation with Daniel Paup, and a James Paup who are buried there.
Saw one marker with the name Hoey. Made me wonder if there wasn't a whole lot of Hoey buried there, which I discovered was the case. Other markers looked as if the sprinkler system sprayed across the face of them because they were worn and eroded away from water damage, like sandstone in the bend of a river or creek. You would, well maybe not you, but I would think some caretaker could see that happening and make an adjustment so as not to destroy the markers.
We also had dinner one evening at a place called "The Church Brewery." It is an old church, Catholic I presume, converted into a restaurant. They had a German theme going on that night for Oktoberfest. There are stained glass windows, pews, and a pipe organ still installed. I presumed it was a Catholic church because what other religion would allow beer brewed and served?? Personally, I would dress the wait-staff in cleric garb, like nuns and priests, have confessional looking entrances to the restrooms, a collection plate to bring you your bill, rulers to whack customers who aren't ready to order in a timely manner, and hymnals for menus. Now that would be a tourist attraction. Sorry if I offended any of my non-Catholic friends, but I don't know enough about other religions to come up with theme related garb for them, but surely the possibities are abundant. The beer and food were great. The cooks wouldn't even check on the Sauerbraten until 6:30, so we had to sit in purgatory eating hot pretzels before the wait staff could place Brandon's order of sauerbraten. It was a hell of a wait, but well worth it.
We finally got to see some Amish folks riding their buggies down the roads. We have seen them in a few different locations, but never in their buggies on the roads. Pretty cool. What a life that would be. Also saw a couple of Amish farms and even saw, although I don't think it was Amish, a very large house with six, count 'em, 6 garages. A dream come true for someone (and I don't mean Corinne).
A happy birthday shout goes out to my sisters Mary and Carolyn, and brother James, whom all celebrated the passage of another year this past week. Seems like only last year they had a birthday...hmmm.
We took the day off yesterday to just relax and get things straightened out. Being retired is alot like working. Work 5 days, take 2 days off. I needed to work on the generator and get it better situated in the back of the truck and, reorganize, ok, just organize the basement of the coach, it never was organized to be reorganized. I found lots of room available in the basement after getting it cleaned out. Maybe I'll buy some good junk on the way back to Phx. I think what I would really like is a tractor, an old tractor that runs, maybe a one cylinder tractor, so I could putt-putt around the neighborhood. That would be fun. And I could park it on the front lawn like they do back here so all my neighbors could see it. Now that would make me popular. Just kidding... it wouldn't make me popular, but it would be cool.
Got a CARE package from Moe. Sent me warm clothes to wear. Now its warm here, again. Thanks! Moe, you're the best!! If we need something shipped, Moe's our go to gal. "Moe's Ship & Go."
For Don R. at the House, started to watch the Deadwood series. For you others, if you don't like cussin', killin', drinkin', and sexn' don't watch it. I watch it for the literary content, of course.
Bobo
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