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Trip Down Grove Street - Part 2

The retired MDH crowd organized a lunch rather than breakfast this week so I came into town and had some time to kill. Decided to go over to Grove Street and see if I could find Lisa and the Harrison's at home. But, of course I was stopped by a train. I still don't miss 'em and the screeching loudness came wafting by me like roadkill on a motorcycle.


A train in front and behind. They talk a lot about the "romance" of trains up here in G-Burg, but it really sounds like a thousand nails on chalkboard to me.

I first stopped at the Harrison's and although there was no vehicle, I stopped anyway and was immediately greeted by Odie, the meanest friendliest dog in the universe, although I have to confess I only saw his mean side today. The Harrison's have lived on Grove for most of their kid's lives I reckon and so I wouldn't have guessed I was a total stranger. I knocked on the front door and then sat down on the steps to do something with my cell phone, I think, then got on my bike and started to take off. I took out my camera (the blog is always hungry), and took a short video of Odie barking at me. No one at home so went down the street and saw Marty on her throne, but I didn't stop. I parked next to the old house and glimpsed Lisa painting the house. We had a nice visit and I was very glad I had the time to stop by. I didn't miss the days of a paintbrush and moving the ladder around that big old 2-story Victorian.
Little did I know until a day later all the things going on unseen at the Harrison's. Apparently there were people at home but they didn't recognize me. They, or she, made a frantic call to Daddy and he called the police. They, or she, besides not knowing me didn't like the fact that I was taking pictures. Evidently I left before the cops arrived. Nice neighbors. They are just like their dog.
Just kidding of course. The Harrison's are the absolute model of great people and great family. Logan, Rayanne, and Ian are very very lucky kids.

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