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.
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.
