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I don't recall why I originally wanted to eat at Pee Dee's Brunch & Bar
but I do recall that it was closed for vacation at the time. I confess to
briefly second guessing myself when it came into sight this morning. It's
the middle storefront of the three pictured and does not look super
inviting from the outside. Once inside, however, inviting could have been
the word of the day. Diane -- cook, server, and I suspect owner -- chatted
with everyone at the counter and a fellow who helped with coffee and such
was just as friendly. After asking where I was from, Diane surprised me
by kicking off a conversation about travel. The Cayman Islands were her
favorite vacation spot, she told me while wearing a several year-old
tee-shirt from there. She'd been there multiple times and planned to
return. She didn't care much for Florida but did like Key West and the
drive there. It was a great conversation and the
bacon and eggs were good too.
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I zipped across the river into West Virginia, came to a complete halt --
several times -- in Pennsylvania, tunneled my way into Pittsburgh, and
eventually reached my goal, the
Heinz
History Center.
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I'd understand if you thought I was there to see the
big red Studebaker or the only-one-I've-ever-seen
Bantum prototype but the truth is I was there to
say hi and chat with historian and author Brian Butko. It was a great
visit but the stress of taking a selfie always seems to come through in
my facial expression.
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My next stop was at the
Lincoln Highway Experience near Latrobe, PA. My visit
started off with a movie that featured not only the place I would be
spending the night but the guy I'd just left in Pittsburgh. To keep the
Butko connection going just one photo further, I believe that cigarette
machine is the one Brian told me his father donated. The gas station
facade is from a real station that operated nearby. Although the pumps did
not come from that station I was quite interested in the one on the left
because it provided a shot of Lincoln Highway Texaco
Ethyl to go with the Dixie Highway Texaco Fred
I found last week in
Tennessee.
Thinking (correctly, as it turns out) that I'd had apple pie on my last
visit, I went for the cherry pie today. It and the
coffee were served up by Clay who remembered when this Jerry O'Mahony
diner was in real world operation. After a stint in the Air Force in the
1950s, Clay delivered papers while looking for a better job. He used to
sit on one of these stools and trade newspapers for coffee and donuts.
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The Lincoln Highway in Pennsylvania curves vertically as well as
horizontally.
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I find it almost impossible to not stop at the former site of the Ship
Hotel despite the fact that there is more graffiti and less ship every
time. I think maybe I stop just to see if the old gas station across the
road has collapsed yet. It can't hold on much longer.
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Here, complete with new owners, is my home for the night. Lucas
Steinbrunner took over the Lincoln Motor Court in July after Bob and Debbie
Altizer operated the unique stop for 39 years. After checking me into
cabin #12, Lucas went back to work getting
things ready for a big to do Friday night and I did a brief walkabout.
I've always thought the old building across the street was almost as
likely to fall down as the station near the ship hotel site but I was
obviously wrong. Someone is busily restoring the place for a
bed-and-breakfast.
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It was a Sunday when I stayed here last fall and the
Jean
Bonnett Tavern was closed. Not so on Tuesdays and that's where I
headed for dinner. I sometimes hide my food and beverage behind a text
link but the Yard’s Washington Porter and Blueberry Shrimp Salad look too
good to hide and they taste just as good as they look. I think that salad
could be a contender for best in the world.
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Back at the motor court, Lucas and Michelle were busy leveling an
Airstream for some added living space as they work on refreshing
everything else. They graciously consented to a photo then I slipped out
later to get a look at what night time travelers on the Lincoln Highway
see as they approach from the east.
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