Well, it was the last day in town for Vicky and Martin Williams. We decided to take them to high end(Tongue in cheek) burger joint near Drake Park. We went ahead of them so we could get a look around the down town while waiting.
The first thing we saw was a mobile bar. Yes, that is right, it is a mobile bar, where you drink liqueur on tap, and pedal the tavern around town. Lots of people looking ridiculous,drinking and driving, and sporting an advertisement to come join them. My guess, is this should be a real money maker. People love to make donkeys of them selves and will pay good money to do it. Why didn’t I come up with this idea?We are just being good and proper touristSarah is pondering the water quality of the fountainDoing the tourist thing again, going to beautiful places and texting.What ever she was doing, it must have been good. That is one big smile. 🙂Sarah hops the fenceShe says she did not, and looks all innocentThen look what happens when I turn my backHolly, caught being a tourist and texting. I suspect, she has sent a text from nearly every point in the United States Of America.Athena is reading a partially obscured sign about how Drake Park got its name. The short of it is Mr. Drake bought 50 blocks of property, and marketed it to death to people in Minnesota and other places in the north explaining to them that it is pretty and gets very little snow. Well, the people bought it, and this part of town, is the result. There could have been other reasons too, but they were under the sandals.
