We checked into our hotel in Mt. Vernon and thus our adventure began. We contacted the spouse's 94 year old brother and he and his son met us for dinner in a nearby restaurant after which we all repaired to the hotel lobby and shot the breeze until this scribe was exhausted. Good memories, debatable memories and so forth.
The following day BBBH and I cruised her "stomping grounds" (her words) while she detailed the
ancient days in which she grew up. We located the corner where her parents lived at the time she was born but were not sure we had identified the house, though the brother asserts that it is still there. (We did not drag him out of bed to guide us on the tour.)
Ugliest cat I ever saw. This at BBBH's favorite junk shop.
She always buys something when we stop there.
Anyway. Met again in the lobby the second evening and the breeze having been shot the previous day, we shot the bull. My words. They assert that their memories are true and accurate. Perhaps.
Now on Friday morning we were advised that the entire city was under a boil order/conserve advisory due to a major water leak somewhere. They finally found it We were advised that there might be 14 to sixteen hours water left in the towers. Boil and conserve. Well, the hotel provided bottled water for the few guests who had already arranged for a Friday night stay and started turning people away as they arrived. When we went out for dinner that evening we found most restaurants closed so we wound up with chicken salad and a loaf of bread from Kroger.
By Saturday morning the leak had been repaired and samples had been sent to the lab but the boil order remained in effect because they did not expect test results back until Monday morning. We packed up and got out of Dodge. Or Mt. Vernon or whatever. Adventure.
