Inn

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Alas, the pretty old Inn down the street has again been closed down n foreclosed this year. Since the owner that I used to work for back in the early 80's died, It's gone thru so many re-makings n owners I can't count.
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I have so many old memories there. I made alot of friends, met musicians (James n Bruce), played alot of tunes, served alot of meals, n cleaned all four floors for peanut change. Table Asteriods, n Ms PacMan were played over many Rum n cokes. Independence fireworks were watched from the balcony.
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One of my Fave memories is visiting my Mother n an Uncle having lunch there in '98. My Dad had been gone for years. His wife also was gone, n so they traveled together. My mother had always dreamed of driving a Jaguar, but could never afford one. So he had rented a classic old Jaguar convertable for a day trip adventure, n ended up here, just a short walk from my house. I nearly fainted when I saw that car. It was just a few months later she began a year long battle with the Big C.
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I'm very grateful for my many memories there. The Inn is a place I'd like to continue visiting, n hope the empty victorian gets another chance soon to be a good place to hang out n be entertained. If only I had about 800k laying around to play in that space myself. The place is full of ghosts for me, but they are the friendly sort.
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The above shot was taken on a short walk last Wednesday. The wind chill was biting on the beach, but It was worth the frozen fingers. The building looks all alone from this perspective, but actually is surrounded by cottages n across the road from the water, so you know it's huge.
I like the feel of this one...