We went to Shapiro’s Delicatessen on the way there and on the way back. SO GOOD. Plus a little something extra to make me happy. I can’t remember which pictures are from which stop, but they mostly have doors in, so here they are. The one facing you is T. Lee Harris, the one facing away is Sara Marian, and the one hiding his face is our roadie, who chooses to be anonymous.
See that? See that can? That’s Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray Tonic, and it was just as good as I remembered! I had it both times, and bought two cans to bring home with me. ~happy sigh~
And, no, I didn’t eat the whole sandwich. I ate the matzoh ball soup with noodles and half the sammich and half the pickle, and took the rest with.
In between Shapiro’s-ing, we did InConjunction. The best part was a visit from Joey. No matter how hard I have to people, Joey visits make everything okay.
It gave me the courage to save the world from this Weeping Angel.
When we left, we took our gear out of the Shakespeare door. Sara said, “Is it really called The Shakespeare Door?” I said, “No, that’s just what I call it.” Because:
Sara drove, so I could take pictures.
I managed a shot of the side of one of those painted power boxes, this one in Indianapolis.
We went through a sunny rainshower, how you do sometimes, and I snapped a picture of a rainbow. It wasn’t until I looked at the picture later that I saw what a lucky shot it was.
A few thousand yards from home, Sara had to brake for wild turkeys on the road. They hid the chicks, but you can barely see the momma and poppa, each conveniently at the base of a lens flare.
And so, home, and very glad to be here. InConjunction was great, as always, especially the Joey. And, of course, the food.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A random snapshot captures something unexpected.