Day 27

Another fun day with the aunties in Indiana! After a wonderful breakfast buffet at the inn and browsing a shop full of paper, we turned our wheels west to Bloomington to shop, eat and explore some more.

We stopped in to the Irish Lion for lunch and a bartender there immediately caught my eye. We did a sort of double-take at each other and I said, "That guy looks so much like..." And then I heard him talking to some other pub patrons with his heavy Irish accent. "That's him. It has to be him."

The next time he walked by our table, I stopped him. "You used to work at the Log Cabin in Murray, Kentucky, didn't you?" He snapped his fingers and smiled big, "As soon as you walked in the door, I knew you were someone from my past, but I couldn't figure it out!"

John was the night manager at the 24-hour greasy spoon where my friends and I would go for late night coffees and fatty breakfasts. With his quick and sometimes unintelligible wit, John would sit with our group on slow nights at the restaurant and engage in battles of insults with the guys. (Entertainment in Murray, KY was hard to come by.) It was so much fun seeing him again and having a little blast from the past.

Now I'm back home, and I just had to find some photos of the old crew at the Cabin...