We spent the weekend in West Lafayette. Lise has a project with West Lafayette Parks. We walked the trails to map potential sign placements. Migrants are moving back into town. We got blue-gray gnatcatcher, parula, and field sparrow without trying too hard.
Friday and Saturday evening Molly and I played pool at a bubble tea karaoke place. She gets her Boba and I have a beer while we play pool. Reinforced why I don’t do karaoke. This seems to be primarily an Asian place. There are about five rooms with couches and microphones. Every now and then a door would open and this cacophony would come blaring out. I don’t understand Chinese but I could still tell that this was awful singing. Not that I could do any better in Chinese or English. I don’t even sing in the shower, let alone inflict it on an innocent public.
West Lafayette is a lot different than when Lise and I started courting. It used to be kind of dreary. Now there are some fun spots both in Lafayette and across the river in West Layafette. Berry’s Camera Shop in Lafayette and Von’s Bookstore are must visit places.
West Lafayette has a couple good coffee shops that Molly and I make a point of hitting. Usually we go to Grey House or Vienna Coffee shop. Both have excellent coffee and other fare. Then there is that West Lafayette institution, the Triple XXX. They have been in business since 1929. No booths, all counter seating, and cash only. They make their own root beer. For breakfast Molly typically gets a pile of starch with whipped cream. I usually line my arteries with biscuits and gravy that have an order of potatoes thrown on top. If they served scrapple it would be the perfect heart attack on a platter.
Triple XXX. It don’t get much better. Maybe Heisey’s because they serve scrapple.
On the way back Lise got a great egret. I was driving along I-69 and did not want to risk an accident, especially since Fido the lizard and Molly were in the car. Precious cargo. I’m willing to risk potential death for myself but can’t take out innocent bystanders so I didn’t get the egret. Tomorrow is another day.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 