The trip to California ended with breakfast with Hector who was looking particularly chairmanly. After the breakfast, I got into my car and drove to the airport to fly back to Princeton. Soon after I got back, Williams builders appeared and started to scaffold the house to get us ready for our roof work. Our only snowfall of the winter (so far) came soon after and made the scaffolding quite pretty though from the looks of the sleds you realize that you'd have to be crazy to climb this scaffolding when the house looks like this. Fortunately, some people are and so our roofs will be weather safe if and when we get the next winter with the possibility of real snow, ice damming, severe cold weather, ... In short, all of those things that global warming removed from our climate.

Fortunately, the weather cleared rather quickly so that a few days later when Dr Len arrived with this postcard we were ready to begin the journey to look for the real Clam Broth house. Along the way, we met this man who thought we should have been buying furniture and passed this union member and the carpet store with the PMGOA (who used to be the muffler guy, we think) extolling patriotism. Next, we found the sign that would take us to our destination where we first saw this liquor store and then were told about the strengths of the place as we found a place to park so that we could walk the last part of our journey. We roamed past the shark and beyond the cigar emporium to the first signs pointing the way. Down the street, our goal was in sight as the first signs became closer. Soon we were there and could record their fingers from all directions. The menu had all manner of fish with lunch specials that kept DrLen busy studying his options while I had a Guiness and his sat waiting for him to choose. I had the egg salad sandwich with fries, the one vegetarian thing on the menu. He had the soup and crabcakes. The waitress claimed to not be photogenic as she took this picture of us. I got pictures of the aquarium behind the bar and their selection of liquors as we left for the Bake Shop with the wedding cakes and set off to explore the town.

We first saw the Soup Hut which seems to be in the spirit of real soup Nazi. Next, it was the Native American advertising wings. Across the street was the soon to be defunct McCrory's. As we went further, we saw this dumpster but decided not to dive into it. We took pictures of this collection of storefronts. Lallo's must have seemed interesting for some reason. The election headquarters were for candidates long gone. The Tai Chi class windows gave a nice reflection effect of the photographer. Then there were the flag store and the Karma Kafe which didn't specify which kind of karma they sell and a nail parlor which had a very nail parlor-like neon sign. The (closed) antique store had this wonderful ash tray for sale as the toy store provided nice toys and the camera store nice artifacts that might be used here to take passport photos. A medical store warned us about cancer as this lady posed with DrLen. This was the sign that best incorporated the town's name into their business. And this was the required sign claiming to be the city (actually, a the city and maybe even the a the city) where baseball was invented. On the way home, we saw this person sitting by the entrance to the Pulaski skyway.