Today was one of those delightfully dreary days. It rained, lightly, most of the day but it wasn’t too cold. It was delightful as I had to go to work and having to be at work on the weekend hurts less when the weather is dreary.
Last Saturday it was beautiful outside. And I was in Vancouver.
The Saturday prior it was beautiful as well – and I was in Ohio. It was the kind of weather city officials hope for when they’re trying to lure new businesses to the area. It was San Diegoish.
And it was Old Hilliardfest Weekend. (Who knew they had a website?)
I live in Old Hilliard and I’m all about anything containing the word “fest” so I rounded Samson up and we walked the half block to the festivities.
You know, if you Google “Fried Baloney Sandwich” the first hit that comes up is for The Great American Ballpark (home of the Reds) in Cincinnati, Ohio. There’s a place north of me that is famous, Ohio-wide for it’s baloney sandwiches. So, as I sat here writing this I started to think Baloney Sandwiches were a Midwest thing (David Letterman’s mom supposedly makes a mean one). Before making this claim I tried to find some more Ohio-Baloney-Sandwich links and decided to spread by search to include bologna sandwiches. The third hit was from Wenatchee World; Wenatchee is home of Dave2 and is in the Pacific Northwest someplace.
Which is all fine. Ohio is happy to share Baloney/Bologna sandwiches with the entire US.
Corn Hole, however, is all ours. (Well, and parts of Fire Island.) Several years ago I was at Sandbridge Beach (just down the ocean from Virginia Beach in VA.) and passed some guys playing Corn Hole. “Are you guys from Cincinnait?” I asked. And they were. I’m not saying the game originated in Cincy, but I associated it with Cincinnati and the guys were from there.
There were a couple of bands.
A couple of Corvairs.
I sat in a Smart Car (there’s plenty of head and legroom).
Jonny Spuds was there with Belgian Fries. Sam and I passed on them.
We did, however, have a Sundae on a Cone.
I’m surprised public corn holing is allowed (even promoted) in Old Hilliard. What a paragon of liberality.
Sadly, I’m a vegetarian and can’t even eat the bologna sandwiches we’re apparently famous for.
Yesterday your Aunt Sissy and Uncle Don left, going to Wayland then on to Florida, so Dad and I scooted off to the annual West Liberty Sorghum Festival. It gave us last years and this years rain so you can imagine how the crowd looked. This did not stop all the hearty soles, the fireman threw their candy along with every other parade participant and all the little kids ran and scooped it up. There was the normal craft people, artist,etc., Sam would have enjoyed. Sorghum was made, food was ate, music was played, old friends were met and when you left you were inclined to comment on what a good time you had although we all looked like drowned rats. Wish you were all with us. (PS–Sam they sold water ballons plus ball shooting guns.)
Corn hole really is a Cincinnati thing. It might be called other things elsewhere, but those crafty Cincinnatians chose to call it corn hole. Yeah – I am so proud.
I would never, ever drive one of those smart cars. If someone hits you, you’re pretty much dead.
I’ve never eaten a fried baloney sandwich. I hate balogna, though- basically, it’s a flattened out hot dog, to me. Ew.
Bill: You’d think that might work against luring new business regardless of how nice the weather is.
Dave2: And Fried Baloney is not the thing you’d want to fall off the vegetarian wagon for. Bacon, on the other hand…
Granny: Back when Haydn was five or so, he collected so much candy at the 4th of July parade that when the firemen came by, pulling up the rear, he yelled at them to hold on to their candy as “we have enough.”
Sybil: The Smart Car *does* have a death-trap look to it. Fried Baloney isn’t for me, either.
Small festivals like this are awesome.
That Corvair is sweet looking.
I would have tried those Belgium fries. I hear they put mayo on them.