Weather: Sunny and hot. Winds SE.
R&R day with dad and his wife Shirley who made the drive from White Pigeon. Drove to Michigan City and picked up a FRP propane tank and got it filled. Now I should not have to worry about the tiny, disposable canisters.
Dad was a Michigan State Police Officer living in New Buffalo when I was born. We left when I was 3 or 4 and I did not remember much of the town. He showed us our house, the house my brother Tim was born in (didn't make it to the hospital). Two, tiny maple saplings he had planted in the front yard were now 52 years old and majestic, shading the house nicely. He also showed us the State Police Post and pointed out the second floor was the barracks he lived in. He also pointed out the former garage door he helped brick over, hauled the bricks and mixed the mortar.
Dad also told stories of moonlighting at a local marina as a boat mechanic and how there used to be an adult drinking establishment on the beach with a big neon sign visible for miles out on the lake. He said boating at night was easy since between the sign and the glow from Chicago, you always knew where you were.
He also took us to Redamak's Tavern, home of "The Hamburger that made New Buffalo, MI Famous." The place has been there for seemingly ever and has a certain...old fashion charm. Not gourmet, just a basic burger with Velveeta cheese and good onion rings.
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