Mile 1593- We started our day at the The Christmas Story House! Fully restored and open to the public! Our tour guide was pretty obsessed with the movie and provided extreme detail about bites from apples on teachers desks?? Although the house is from the movie, all of the furniture, etc is replica so you can play with it! I thought we'd never pry that Red Rider BB Gun from Thomas' hands. One of the most interesting things I learned is that for $5800 you can actually rent the house and spend Christmas Eve there! Dan Dixon, I think I know what Meredith wants for Christmas...
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| Christmas in July! |
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| I'LL SHOOT MY EYE OUT!!! |
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| I triple dog dare you! |
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After the tour we headed back downtown. John went on a Brew Tour of Great Lakes Brewery, and the children and I went to check out The West Side Market to grab lunch. I would have claimed that I got the short end of the stick, but the Market is uber cool. It is housed in this huge building that was opened to the public in 1912 and houses over 100 vendor booths. Also fun, buying random food and watching the kids try it. Tamales, asian chicken satay and Cannolis were a big hit. Stuffed grape leaves didn't yield the same positive feedback.
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| Come to mama |
We met John after his brew tour and headed to our next stop. The Cemetery, Oooooo-ooooo.
Mile 1599.6 Lakeview Cemetery is the permanent dirt home to our 20th president, James Garfield. I didn't realize he was one of only 4 presidents to be assassinated.
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| There is a mosaic devoted to each of the 13 original colonies. This is the one for Georgia. They used the Arch in Athens as inspiration. Go Dawgs! |
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| The monument has a very religious feel, Garfield was the only president who was a preacher |
We are headed to Cincinnati. It is quite a haul from Cleveland, but we bought a copy of The Christmas Story DVD, so the kids will be entertained. And, there may be a few unplanned stops. Like......
1746.6- Big Field of concrete corn on the cob (aka, Cornhenge) in the booming metropolis of Dublin, Ohio! There are 102 of those suckers. And, do you know where they were cast? Georgia! Go Dawgs!
Mr. Bullington had a treat for me! When I got in the car from the cement corn art park, he said he had a surprise destination. I love that man. With the help of Roadside America.com. He'd found a random field of rusty old horse statues on the side of a rural route not far from where we were. I think I've got a convert!
Mile 1955- We discover at a potty stop right outside of Cincinnati that Mae has failed to tell us that she spilled half of a huge container of trail mix in the back of the car and the chocolate melted all over the seats (We've had the car a month) Consequently, we also discover at this stop that Mr. Bullington's threshold for road trip tolerance is 10 days.
Mile 1970- Cincinnati, Ohio- We are staying downtown in a Renaissance Hotel that was once the historic Bartlett building, built in 1901. We arrive late because of concrete corn, rusty horses, and chocolate melted into leather.
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| quick nap during check-in |
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| They love to sit in the hotel windows and look at the view |
The kids are again expecting to be fed. We walked a couple of blocks to a mexican restaurant called Nada. I suddenly realized that everyone in Cincinnati is beautiful and dressed to the nines. I looked down and remembered that I am sporting 10 days of road funk, flip flops, unwashed hair, and 3 tired and unkept children. Some guy from ESPN was eating in the restaurant with us, he drew a crowd, but I have no idea who he was. Apparently, he played for Florida back in the day. We were dining outside and had some table side excitement. In recent days there has been a bit of unrest popup in Cincinnati. I read about it a few days in the NYT but it seemed like it had been handled appropriately. At about 10:00 sirens sound and a huge mob of police escorted protesters march in front of us. It was peaceful but the first protest of that size I had ever seen. It did give us some good dinner conversation with the kids about the right to protest and excessive force. Always an education on the road.
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| I wish we could stay, but we Mustache. |
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| Lord help. |
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