Home Doggy Dog Week - Heading Back To Shawshank

I wonder if people in New Windsor realize they have an awfully important building on Main Street. I have driven by hundreds of times through the decades and have taken notice, but wow, it is something historic. In 1912 the Titanic sank, William Howard Taft was president and Fenway park was built.

This was a garage and one must wonder how many cars were in town that would need servicing. I don't know who owns it and what you would do with it, as it appears unused now, but when they sell or auction that baby off, let me know, I'd love the stone with the carving at the top.

While everyone was getting in place, checking buttons (and flys) and laces, for the wedding, a major G-Burg fire was going on at People's Lumber Yard.

Butt raised in the air while sleeping, Norah seems to be taking after her mother when she was a baby.

I stopped at Blick to see a couple buddies. Escorted by the vivacious and ebullient Sherry Godsil, she showed me what has become of my old office. It is now a part of the accounting department, and I gave her strict instructions that should my old job come open, to let me know!! And I mean it. She responded by saying, "If you don't stay away, we can't miss you."

The 1st was Norah's, well, 1st birthday. A party was held at the Shepherd's. Here she is getting some wedding cake. I had some and there is nothing quite like Hy-Vee white cake from G-Burg which I have never found anyplace else.

A jaw-dropping sight heading west on Main Street in Galesburg.

Roundtable discussion at the NHCC.

Christopher joined us.

Rick and Jen

It cool how nothing ever changes.

And heading back to Shawshank, but ever plotting my escape.

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