Saturday, September 01, 2007

Our Farewell to Summer

On one of the most perfect days weather-wise, Ladycub and I went to check out the car show put on by Golden Gears in downtown Frederick. The vehicles dated back as far as 1929, and most were configured for racing; you could see the nitrous oxide tanks. It was impressive to see such vintage boss cars as the GTO, a 1964 Chevy Impala, and a 1972 Chevy Nova SS, to name but a few. By the way, not only did many of the cars have fuzzy dice on the rearview mirror, some even had dice knobs on the dashboard and the door locks! We then sampled ice cream at one of our favorite places, the Frederick Fudge and Ice Cream Company. We highly recommend the ice cream, but their snowballs . . . not so much.

Then we drove about half an hour across Route 340 to Harpers Ferry, WV for a concert by Free Country, a subset of the "President's Own" U.S. Marine Band. (Of course, the local country music station also goes by "Free Country," so who's gonna sue who?) It was a great night for the concert as about a thousand people or so sat on the lawn of a National Park Service training center for park rangers in Harpers Ferry, with the late summer sun illuminating the hills across the Potomac River in Maryland and the occasional train heading along the banks of the Potomac below.

Naturally, Free Country was a country band, playing everything from George Jones to Alan Jackson to Tim McGraw to Brad Paisley. I think their best effort was a faithful rendition of Charlie Daniels' "The Devil Went Down To Georgia." There were also a couple well-done original tunes that wouldn't have sounded out of place on the aforementioned radio station. The band dedicated songs to the other branches of the armed forces, as well as those who were wounded in action in Iraq and Afghanistan. Only down side: sometimes their harmony was off.

There was plenty of literal flag-waving, thanks to the Bolivar (pronounced BAHL-uh-vurr)-Harpers Ferry Veterans' Association whose members passed out small American flags for the performance. We waved them during a song based on the Pledge of Allegiance and during "God Bless The USA" which the Marines changed around by using the first verse of the Marine Corps Hymn instead of Lee Greenwood's second verse.

Try to spend time in the company of Marines and not feel pride in your country. I'm glad I can do so without worrying what others may think of me.

After the concert and at Ladycub's suggestion, we went to dinner at one of the more unique restaurants in the area, the Cindy-Dee in Knoxville, right off Rt. 340 by the Potomac River and the Appalachian Trail. The Cindy-Dee is so old school that it doesn't have a web site, but it's gotten a number of good write-ups, such as this, this, this, and this (and this detractor). The loquacious Jackie Ebersole, burgess of the tiny nearby municipality of Rosemont, recommended this place to us a few years ago.

The Cindy-Dee is a local joint, and there's nothing fancy about it. It has its regulars, and servers who probably don't like being called "servers," but delight in calling you "honey." The place mat was for a Brunswick Volunteer Fire Company event that took place last week. You can buy Cindy-Dee shirts. There's a tabletop Pac-Man game in a corner, and Fifties-era jukebox units at each table which I couldn't figure out how to operate; LC had to show me.

If When you go there, Get. The. Fried. Chicken. You must. I don't care if you're vegetarian or vegan, just get it. It's incredible, and worth the extra wait because it's never pre-cooked. It's also worth the extra calories, trans-fats (thank God it's in Washington County and not Montgomery), cholesterol, etc. And get the four-piece dinner and take a couple pieces home. You can work it off by hiking the Appalachian Trail or by rafting or tubing down the Shenandoah River; many folks were doing the latter that afternoon.

All in all, a nice day with my sweetie. *smooch*


Mom2BJM said...

What a lovely day with your sweetheart!

Way to go you two!