Eddy's Grill at Geneva on the Lake Ohio

Another accidental discovery of hidden magic in 'no-wheresville' u.s.a. Had to stop to stretch my back and ended up at lake Erie. Who knew it was so breathtakingly beautiful ?(i was only slightly delirious from the 6 hours on the road already) I found Eddy's. It was founded in 1950 and has managed to not change a bit. It's truly an institution. I ate: the best beef frank ever, fries and their special root beer served from an enormous wooden cask. All this while sitting at a 'bar' just off the side walk. Sorta' just to the left of the guy in the orange shirt. I felt like Michael J. Fox in back to the future. Turned out I sat down next to Jim. Lived his whole life in Geneva on the Lake besides two years carrying TNT in Germany during the war. Oh, yeh, of course he knew Eddy, of 'Eddy's Grill,' he went to school with him. Dug and poured most of the foundations of houses that lay scattered around Eddy's. he told me.. Magic. Magic that only reveals itself when you get off the throughway. A realization that threatens goals of 8 hour driving days across the country.

Did 17 hours today! Jenny, my host for the evening (along with Lucy,Andy Molly and JIm) says that I have passed into road warrior-dom. I am sleeping in another Holman home and find artifacts of Maine scattered throughout the house, along with Jenny (mom's cousin) and Molly's(Jenny's daughter) paintings all over the walls. I am overwhelmed by how overflowing with talent and beauty this branch of the family is.

Even so, it's wonderful to feel immediately at home in these places i have never been. Tomorrow Andy (jenny's son), AKA bow boy, is cooking a gourmet breakfast, i am told. Why don't we have any more relatives in between here and the Pacific? I shall be going through Holman withdrawal tomorrow.