Another nice small show, at the equally nice county fairgrounds in Lebanon. A couple of tables of inexpensive knives were the only Tam-eyebrow-raising items: no stuffed plush toys or off-target frou-frou at all.
There were several interesting collector guns; I passed up an H&R .32 revolver (pretty) and a .32-Short Colt (blueing about half gone, possibly 'smithed on to shorten the barrel) but not an H&R 622, a six-shot "pull pin" .22LR plinker from 1958.
(It appears Bill Goforth, the SME who'd written one
book about Iver Johnson firearms, was working on
a book covering H&R; with his passing in 2011, there's no telling if/when it will be published). Someone has probably (re?) plated this example but they didn't buff it excessively -- besides, it really is a plinker/kit gun.
I also picked up a couple of boxes of .32-20, 'cos -- fun!
Reloads Brand-spankin'-new in a plain white box from a trusted source and a box of Ultramax cowboy cartridges. The latter from one of Tam's arcane-caliber friends, a nice young man who, as nearly as I can work out, has shot every cased round for which both gun and ammo can still be found or who will eventually do so. With a big smile. (That guy, at a gun show and, I'll bet, the range, is one of the happiest and most contented of men you could meet. And does he ever know ammo!)
Leaving the show, we encountered this:
A Vespa 400!
The owner (who, note stickers, has driven all of Route 66 in it) was kind enough to let Tam and me try it on for size.
I don't know that this 16-hp beauty would be any tougher to drive than my ex's Suzuki Samuri, for which the drill was essentially to firewall the throttle and work your way up to the proper gear. The Vespa would win on mpg -- and probably looks. Cute! Here's the cockpit, with fewer gauges than many Vespa scooters. The GPS is a nice touch.
It appears that Mason's Used & Rare Books is gone; driving around the square had us thinking the town's been pretty hard-hit by the economy, though I think the mod to this sign was a low blow and highly undeserved.
(It is also brazen, as it's well inside the "Hey, you" perimeter of the County Sheriff's facilities.)
Then there's this.
Refurbished dairy? (Turns out maybe we
should have gone 'round to the front of The Milk Building! But we'd've had to have called first. Live and learn). Also, it used to say "WILSON'S" above "MILK" but that part broke.)
We took Highway 32 over to Westfield, passing the interesting
Victorian House Dining, in a nice 1800s cottage with a Model A parked outside! That's a place I'd like to check out.
Speaking of Fords, there's a very late Model T up at the Roush budget lot where Dog & Suds used to be. ($9500, says the nice man.)
Alas, a
T: with controls unlike anything you've ever driven, unless you've driven a Model T. But it sure is purty! Could use a little air, I think. (I just checked and
Country Classics has sold the trucks of my dreams, Ford Model As with electric start and other mod. cons. Do want!)
On the "want" front, where
does one go for
a nice frosty mug of the pure quill? Triple XXX in Lafayette, I guess, but that's something of a long drive for root beer alone. (OTOH, totally not a safe search term all by itself. Never mind that: I'm told
it's the righteous brew and the name has a long, honorable history.
Update: Frank W. James reminds in comments that the venerable
Dog'n'Suds brand is still/again around and has returned to the good old "World's Creamiest Root Beer" formula. Yum!
A&W -- a dependable standard -- has morphed into a very modern chain of eateries and even the
B-K stands are still goin' strong, if not quite as numerous as they once were. Root beer stands: not vanished. You just have to drive out past I-465 into Real America to find most of 'em. (Indy's own
Mug'n Bun is an exception to that rule -- and they brew their own!)
Stopped at
Main Street Shoppes in Westfield to look the place over -- they've got a few Edgar Rice Burroughs books and always have interesting stuff. (A nice 3-row Underwood portable -- the MacBook Air of the 1920s, there's one in the title at
Retrotechnologist -- and an almost-new L. C. Smith upright caught my eye. My Mom learned to type on the latter, which has the return lever on the right side! She says it was convenient but made for a habit to unlearn: every other manual has the return on the left). We looked at guns, dishes, games and toys of everyone's youth and even an assortment of bits and drivers for a brace...which went home with me.
And then on to the other interesting feature of the Shoppes:
Big Hoffa's Barbeque. 100% ninja-free, properly cooked over fire and darned good. Even sweet tea! (And trust me, antiquing with the faint aroma of barbeque floating by is a pleasant experience. Big upgrade from the usual "antique" scent!) Of course we had a bite to eat. Yum!
...Both of us hit by headaches on the way home, mine very bad. So I've been napping. Better now!