I woke up sick as a dog today. Something in my mild adventuring over the long weekend didn't agree with me. My little ecosystem is damned touchy. Oh well. As the morning wears on I'm feeling better so I'll continue reporting on our rovings among the cornfields. As we twirled away from Rochelle we headed toward Peru-LaSalle. Didn't find anything absolutely wonderful there but enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.

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We both have a soft spot for those googie inflected overhangs.

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In one little town we saw a sign for a market and it had a beer sign in the window so we decided to stop and get a bottle of wine to have in the hotel later that night. We walked in and realized that it USED to be a market, but was now a bar so we said, "what the hell," and sat down. Friendly bartender and filled with upbeat folks on a Monday holiday…it was a nice respite. We wandered on some more and as it got close to evening we were ready for a break. We stopped in a bar (yes, that's two bars in one afternoon…who's counting?) that was close to our hotel. Lizzie's Lounge in Oglesby. We walked in and American Pie was playing. Now, if you'd asked me, I would have said I would be just as happy not to hear that song again, but damn if it didn't sound just perfect. The bartender was chatty and told us about the family that used to run it. They didn't allow pool tables or a jukebox and lived upstairs. The old bar back was beautiful with the nice dark finish that only times gives.

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The back stairs up to the old living quarters.

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Onward.

 

Thoughts?