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... the mussels. Thought of you though as I ordered them!
After dinner, we continued our walk on the River Walk, saw cruise boats and the Fonz!
And, of course, this is the place where Pabst started and the home of Miller Brewing! Lots of Miller and Pabst signs. And, we drove past the original home of Frederick Pabst. Wonderful old, well-maintained homes here in Milwaukee.
So, back in the hotel writing this blog and tomorrow we head to Minneapolis. See you ...
... market....fyi great Shrimp Po'boy, some would say as good as New Orleans, we walked along the riverfront in search of Fonzie. By this stage we were both completely wet so a quick photo and off we went back to the car.
Headed a few miles out of downtown to the Miller brewery tour. At one stage Milwaukee was the capital of beer brewing in this country, hence the baseball team being called the brewers. Alas this is no longer the case, ...
... the kegs - again hilarious with lots of participation. At the end of the tour Larry and Derek still had two tokens left. When they finished those we turned our glasses in for our free pint glasses. Derek also bought a t-shirt and a tin sign.
When we left the brewery we walked back along 3rd Street. We came to the Wisconsin Cheese Mart. I found a "cheese head" for the son of a friend who is a Packer's Fan. Karen, you can tell ...
... modern America where the same stores blandly litter every homogenized city coast to coast and one knows exactly where to turn.
We followed the directions on the I Phone, and that Impala landed right in the middle of some sort of 'hood on Capital Ave. Being a glass half full kind of guy, I told myself surely a Best Buy would be lurking down the road as we inched along what to my trained ...
... community meal with the friars, and Shelly was there. And so was Sylvia, her daughter. Me, trying to make a joke with a 3-year old said, in my most benevolent voice, "Hey Sylvia! Remember me, that stupid ole' pumpkinhead."
Before I even finished the sentence she burst into tears screaming and crying again. Most children like me somehow. I don't think Sylvia does. I'm a stupid pumpkinhead. Next October maybe you should try one on. It's a lot of fun ...