Came in on Thursday, no travel issues. Brother Pete picked me up at the airport.
This is a Milwaukee fridg. 2 time MVP, Hall of Famer, Robin Yount. There was beer. And Usigner's summer sausage for a sandwich. Sat down for the Packer game. One of two bad things for the weekend.
Off to Aunt Carol's for dinner. First time I have been to her "new" place. Where she and my late Uncle Dave have lived for, I don't know, 8 years maybe.
Dinner, or at least what I had was turkey, stuffing, mashed potato, candied yams, salad, a corn dish, cranberry sauce--but more than pain old cranberry sauce, had something else in it, and prime rib. Spinach was forgotten in the back of the oven. Old Uncle Dave smiled down from heaven at that.
Prime rib is a tradition at our Thanksgivings, as Aunt Carol's family had a meat distribution company for at least 3 generations. Had. I was surprise to hear my Aunt got the meat at Costco. The meat company was sold over a year ago. One college summer, I packed and drove a delivery truck for Ferko Meat. If you have ate out in Milwaukee, chances are you had Ferko products. They supplied everyone from Kopp's to Karl Ratzch's
I took it easy on desert. Only 2 of the 3 pies, and only one ala mode. With Gille's custard.
The video, which is not working right, should have warned me. Very few photos were saved. In fact, I posted all I have from Thanksgiving day.
Friday, I went for a walk through beautiful Lake Park. Featured in these Tales many times before. Not a single photo saved. Should have learned my lesson from last Sunday, when the same thing happened. Learned my lesson and put in a new memory card before heading to the Lakefront Brewery for a tour. A few test shots before heading out.
Breakfast photo, taken with my Mom's IPad. Which is now mine.
Apple sure has people brain washed. A device with no digital camera card slot, or USB port?
Years later, after the invention of the web, I sent an email. Got a few items in return.
Pete, Hawaiian shirt.
For some reason, he began to call me "Dingo" after seeing me in the the Blue and Gold Room at Marquette High, wearing the shirt, wide belt, with big buckle. Hey, it was the mid '70's
There is a bar half way through the tour to refill your cup. Four choices. I chose Local Acre. Tip-take a photo and the pourer may forget to take your token.
Pete won a prize for being the person whose birthday was closest to the tour date. A bung. December 5, so you still have time.
In Bernie's Chalet. I yelled "Gormaaan!!
This is not it. Lunch was much better than dinner at the North Star Bistro on Oakland and Kensignton , in Shorewood. Or, maybe I just ordered the wrong thing. The rest of the family had more plate coverage at dinner with their choices. Now, going back to Lakefront for the Friday Fish Fry and polka band would have been more my style.
On to Saturday.
Steve had emailed me and another friend, Jan Dyke, suggesting we met for a walk in Lake Park. I missed the final email, saying we would meet at the corner of Kenwood and Lake Drive. No problem, as that is my Mom's corner. I looked outside at 9, and there they were.
Steve and Jan. Their spouses declined to join us.
Stately Wahl Ave
As promised, here is another look at the Water Tower. Last seen on a bottle of East Side Dark, on Thanksgiving
If you ever enjoyed the 4th of July Fireworks from Lake Park, you can thank Steve's dad. He was in charge of it for about the last 40 years.
Birch tree. Not seen in Florida.
UWM Alumni House
Went to High School with a kid named Chris Sorce. Googled the biz. Does not list any names.
Teenagers in their natural habitat
Mom is doing well. With the help of aides that come in a couple days a week, local family, friends, and books on tape, her schedule is full. I read her the weekend's mail before I had to go.
I had a summer sausage sandwich after Anna enjoyed yet another plate of prime rib.