I spent all day yesterday with my Repair Man Extraordinaire assembling my futon for my friend JoAnn’s visit in the next few weeks, painting the dining room heating vent, and many other small tasks. I’m surprised that John doesn’t run from me when he sees me yet, but he keeps showing up to help me with tasks and mow my yard. If I don’t run him off too soon, he’ll also be my snow removal hero. Oddly enough, he asked me to go out to dinner with he and his wife and some friends after a long day of putting my house in order.
Woodie’s Tavern is a hole-in-the-wall in Stevensville MI. I lived right around the corner when I lived here before but I’d never heard of it. They serve a prime rib special on Saturday nights for $12.95. I didn’t have extremely high expectations of this place, but I have to say that the prime rib was very good, and the place was hopping. I mentioned to my new friends that I was from Louisiana, and I was informed that there were two guys from Louisiana that were regulars at Woodie’s. When they heard I was from the Watson area, I was summoned to their table.
Jimmy and Richard each grew up no more than 10 minutes from me. In typical Watson fashion, we reviewed the list of relatives and had the “who’s his Daddy” conversation until we were pretty sure that we knew all of the same people. Seems these guys are pipe fitters at the nuclear plant here, and they’ve been coming up for months at a time for almost 30 years. I’m still stunned that in all of the places we both could have been we ended up in the same small town bar in Stevensville MI.
After working so hard yesterday and last week, I decided to take today off and go north. It was a beautiful day, and the fall foliage is starting to peak. Next weekend will probably be better, but it was a very lovely fall day. I stopped at Ottawa Beach near Holland MI to take Ashok for a walk.
The area was beautiful, and after reading the historical markers, I realized that this was once a vibrant vacation spot for Chicago natives and Michigan folk. The Ottawa Beach Hotel once stood in this area, and people flocked here to enjoy the beach and Lake Michigan. The hotel has long since burned down, but the Pump House still stands and is in great condition. The Pump House was build less than a decade after Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity. Today it is a museum, but I didn’t get a chance to to go in. I’d really like to go back and spend the day here. The place was lovely, bike paths were literally all over the place, and I’d like to go inside that lighthouse if I can figure out how to get over there.
Two young men made a silent movie about the Pump House in Ottawa Beach in 1972…..
Y’all have a great week. If you have some downtime, go to the website on Ottawa Beach. There are some fabulous old photos of this hot spot. I can see why it was so popular!