Day 19
Saturday, June 19
One thing I learned from these roadtrips is to try and avoid early commitments. Sure, there are times you really need to be up and out at first light. But, if you don't need to, why do it? With that in mind, I booked my afternoon's adventure at 2P. With plenty of time to get there, I checked out and went for a walk. Just for kicks, I left the camera in the car and just used the new phone.
Crossing South Street and headed up Marion Avenue, I crossed the bridge over Salt Brook. The way the story goes, during the Revolutionary War, the local citizens dumped their salt into the water to keep it out of the hand of the advancing British military. It wasn't always this overgrown. As kids, some of us would take our bikes down and ride them through the water.
This was all smaller, single family homes back then. They're still there on one end of the street. Now it's new townhomes starting at just $569K.
Just up the street is a building I never knew much about when I lived here. We just knew it as the Paca Club. It was used for big meetings, wedding receptions and the annual high school band fundraiser. Those were always fun. I just never knew the background.
The William Paca Club was first organized during the great depression and served as both a social club and a civic organization. The Club helped those having trouble getting by, as well as assisting those trying to work their way through the citizenship process.
After another visit to Avenue Deli, it was time to head back towards the motel. I passed the latest creation of Shelley Parriott. Her public art isn't just color, it's sound, too. Some of her pieces even have an attached rubber mallet to create that sound. When she gets her website back up, you'll be able to see more here.
The new and improved dam...
Other than chips and pretzels, they don't do food, though the two beers I tried were quite good. I wound up chatting with a guy who was practically beaming. His granddaughter was setting up her guitar and keyboard. It was her first gig as a paid musician. It was obvious she was really nervous, but the crowd liked her and she did really well. I dropped a few bucks in her tip jar on the way out.
It was time to head out and find the motel. I was staying at a place called the MHO Hotel here in Bordentown. It's an older place showing signs of its age. But, the room was clean and comfortable, with decent wifi. On trips like this, I really don't ask for much more.
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