austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,

It's the monkey's car and he hates to share

So, shame to say, we couldn't go the Columbus barcade on Monday after getting up and checking out and all that. Neither could we go to the Columbus Zoo, which we'd wanted to because they've got an historic carousel and roller coaster, formerly of the Wyandot Lake amusement park, which we'd hoped would be our first roller coaster of the year. But despite the web site's claim that they'd be opening the rides just that weekend, they weren't open, so that was dashed. And the barcade was closed until too late in the evening as well.

Given that we figured going home was the best option. We stopped in the Waffle House that it turns out is now as far north as Columbus, Ohio, for breakfast and/or lunch. As far as I know I haven't been in a Waffle House before, unless my father took me to one when we lived briefly in Charlotte, North Carolina, in the mid-70s. He'd hated much about Charlotte, back then, among them that business lunches always had to be in Waffle Houses with counters made of compressed syrup. This little Waffle House defied my father's warnings about setting your elbows down; it was a perfectly pleasant spot with a pair of posters in the window featuring the detailed rules of conduct for the place. One was a set of rules for normal operations and one was a set for when the seats were full. And bunny_hugger explained to me about the history of the Columbus-area Creepy House, which she found out about while trying to locate information about the creepy-looking house near the Morphicon con hotel. Yes, it's a different creepy house.

Back northward we went, stopping about an hour out of Columbus at Coon's Candy. We used the chance to load up on some of the candies there, including almond and cashew clusters and buckeyes, and I gave in to last year's curiosity and got a jar of banana jelly which we haven't quite worked up the courage to try just yet. The clerk there and bunny_hugger got into their traditional conversation about how we only get to Coon's Candy the one time a year, and they have a web site so could deliver whatever we liked anytime we liked, so, why not have more?

I could swear that in past years Coon's Candy had vintage newspapers on the wall --- I remember one about the murder of President McKinley being up there --- but I didn't see them this year. I don't know whether this reflects a decision that it's been long enough that they can let the killing of McKinley pass.

We haven't yet finished the Coon's Candies, but we're pacing the eating of them.

Trivia: In 1869-70 the Salt Tax collected on the Customs Line of India raised about 12,500,000 rupees. Maintaining the Customs Line cost about 1,620,000. Source: The Great Hedge of India, Roy Moxham.

Currently Reading: Feeling Very Strange: The Slipstream Anthology, Editors James Patrick Kelly, John Kessel.


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