Grandpa... I love that someone in the family bought him a marker. I don't think it was my dad.
We decided to stop at Powers Farm Market across the street...
They had a great quick bread collection, but we didn't buy any. We each had a pumpkin fried cake instead.
And then we decided, since it wasn't too far off, to drive out to the Auburn Trail in Fishers and find that old railroad tunnel where Dad and Uncle Art almost got themselves killed back in December of 1948.
It was a beautiful day for a short walk through the woods.
Old Railroad Marker
And the infamous, to us anyway, thruway overpass...
Have I told you Dad never laughed when he told us this story?
"Sat. December 11, 1948-"This afternoon Arthur and I went out to Victor in the Model A and started home after dark. On our way home we decided to follow the unfinished Cloverleaf highway (dirt and high). We rode a few miles going about 50 or more when we came terribly near to going off a high drop-off onto a railroad track where they're going to put a bridge in. Arthur swerved the car around on two wheels, blew a front tire, crashed through a pile of iron bars and tore one running board in two. If we'd gone over the bank we wouldn't have had a chance. When we got home Mother, Dad, and I went to a show and saw "Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid" and "A Southern Yankee".