Time to whip up that fashionable extra layer.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Picture the Fun in a Pile of Leaves
It's not the destination, it's the get-away. Run baby, run and take your pals with you.
But check the color report before you choose your direction.
But check the color report before you choose your direction.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Make Your Wish
And get ready for goosebumps.
Especially if you go fullscreen.
What would you wish for?
Especially if you go fullscreen.
What would you wish for?
Friday, October 7, 2011
When You See a Giant Hot Dog in a Window...
...it calls for further investigation.
Just walking down the big city sidewalk with no particular agenda, open for whatever came our way, and then we saw this.
A few steps more then this.
Through a door, up some stairs and then down a few steps, and we were in a hall of retro repro, and true vintage wonders otherwise known as Kilroy's Classic Malt Shop Supply Company.
Not only were we encouraged to look around and take photos, we were given permission to try any machines we wanted to with coins provided. Whoo doggie. My lovely assistant (aka Banana Crusher, or was that Flower Child?) tried several.
Best free fun we have had in a long time.
If you need to supply your malt shop, or even if you don't, we highly recommend a visit to Kilroy's.
Just walking down the big city sidewalk with no particular agenda, open for whatever came our way, and then we saw this.
A few steps more then this.
Through a door, up some stairs and then down a few steps, and we were in a hall of retro repro, and true vintage wonders otherwise known as Kilroy's Classic Malt Shop Supply Company.
Not only were we encouraged to look around and take photos, we were given permission to try any machines we wanted to with coins provided. Whoo doggie. My lovely assistant (aka Banana Crusher, or was that Flower Child?) tried several.
Best free fun we have had in a long time.
If you need to supply your malt shop, or even if you don't, we highly recommend a visit to Kilroy's.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Forest Lodge
Many of us began our love of reading at one of the 1,689 Carnegie Libraries in the United States or the 125 in Canada built with money donated by Scottish-American businessman and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie. Here is the one we lived at for our first formative years of being a bookworm. It holds the distinction of being the first Carnegie Library built in the state of Indiana.
We actually got there in a car of a slightly later model than the one pictured here in this 1912 photo. Probably a Lark station wagon, or more likely we walked there dragging along down the sidewalk after a longer-legged, teen-aged sibling. The image of the basement children's reading room that stays with us still is of the storybook characters in silhouette inlay on the cool smooth floor. We can still feel the lovely cool respite from the Indiana humidity we enjoyed while choosing books for the summer reading program that we faithfully participated in each year.
When we are looking for a good lake read or perhaps some DVD entertainment Up North, we have the good fortune to have a very well appointed library to go to. This library, in high contrast appearance-wise to the Carnegie model, was also made possible through the generosity of an individual, local philanthropist Mary Livingston Griggs.
Can you picture storytime being held in the lap of a friendly big brown bear?
Forest Lodge Library. "Free people read freely"
We actually got there in a car of a slightly later model than the one pictured here in this 1912 photo. Probably a Lark station wagon, or more likely we walked there dragging along down the sidewalk after a longer-legged, teen-aged sibling. The image of the basement children's reading room that stays with us still is of the storybook characters in silhouette inlay on the cool smooth floor. We can still feel the lovely cool respite from the Indiana humidity we enjoyed while choosing books for the summer reading program that we faithfully participated in each year.
When we are looking for a good lake read or perhaps some DVD entertainment Up North, we have the good fortune to have a very well appointed library to go to. This library, in high contrast appearance-wise to the Carnegie model, was also made possible through the generosity of an individual, local philanthropist Mary Livingston Griggs.
Can you picture storytime being held in the lap of a friendly big brown bear?
Forest Lodge Library. "Free people read freely"
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Sultan Welcomes You
For 15 years we have driven by the Turk's Inn sign on our way to and from the lake area, but never had time to stop.
For many of those years there was a dog along whose sniffing became faster as the air became full of the scent of algae, or pines, or whitetail deer or whatever it was that triggered her Pavlovian response to a near hyperventilating head-out-the-window-state. She certainly could not be left alone in the car tortured by the anticipation of a good swim and some magnificent squirrel chasing, while we enjoyed a leisurely dining stop.
Little boys also did not have time for this kind of silly adult activity. The lake, the boat, the woods, the fish all called and said, "do not stop now", as they too saw and smelled that we were almost at the lake. Why would we ever stop when we were so close to little boy paradise.
Nowadays the pace of the lake trips has slowed, so when we heard a rumor that the Turk's Inn wasn't going to be around forever, and knowing that we would have regrets if we never saw the inside of this Northwoods legend while we had the chance, we decided that we needed to get there, and soon.
Our expectations were met and far surpassed. There was amazing decor, decadently deliciously steak and lamb chops, classic cocktails, friendly staff, and vintage swag. Here is a glimpse of the wonder that is the Turk's Inn.
You can read much more of the fascinating story of the Turk's Inn (including tales of gangster and celebrity guests) as told by owner Marge Gogan at Gypsynester.
For many of those years there was a dog along whose sniffing became faster as the air became full of the scent of algae, or pines, or whitetail deer or whatever it was that triggered her Pavlovian response to a near hyperventilating head-out-the-window-state. She certainly could not be left alone in the car tortured by the anticipation of a good swim and some magnificent squirrel chasing, while we enjoyed a leisurely dining stop.
Little boys also did not have time for this kind of silly adult activity. The lake, the boat, the woods, the fish all called and said, "do not stop now", as they too saw and smelled that we were almost at the lake. Why would we ever stop when we were so close to little boy paradise.
Nowadays the pace of the lake trips has slowed, so when we heard a rumor that the Turk's Inn wasn't going to be around forever, and knowing that we would have regrets if we never saw the inside of this Northwoods legend while we had the chance, we decided that we needed to get there, and soon.
Our expectations were met and far surpassed. There was amazing decor, decadently deliciously steak and lamb chops, classic cocktails, friendly staff, and vintage swag. Here is a glimpse of the wonder that is the Turk's Inn.
You can read much more of the fascinating story of the Turk's Inn (including tales of gangster and celebrity guests) as told by owner Marge Gogan at Gypsynester.
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