♥ "Dead Heat" ... City memories...

And that folks, is what is known as a "Dead Heat"...

Two winners.  Neck and neck.  Nostril to nostril.  -grin-  The first 'dead heat' in this race, since 1874!!!!  Which made for a super-duper Travers race.  Even though there weren't big-name-horses in it.  :-)  Fun to watch on tv, while eating a "sub" and drinking a Root Beer.  :-))))

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And I finally captured a Butterfly!!!!!  :-))))  I was so excited, trying to get a pic of him, when he lit and his wings were in view ~~  That I didn't really *see* him, till looking at the pics.  :-)
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And from the sublime, to the ridiculous, as they say...  Just a tiny bit of the crap-o-la, waiting for Monday morning and "MR. CHUCK IT" to come. 

Remember how I was trying to bag *stuff*?  Well, I did so, with much.  Sat. I tried to do it again, upstairs.  And Uncle A. worked on it, down cellar.  After a while, I had to admit...   It was toooooo much for me to bag all the *stuff.*  And I made an executive decision...  About both of us.   I called Uncle A. on our cell phones  (me, up on bedroom level and he, down in cellar), and said;  "This is it!  Kids are right!  We have to  stop trying to bag.  Do as d-i-law did, point and Mr. Chuck It takes the stuff."

I even called them (next door son/d-i-law) and admitted to them that THEY WERE RIGHT!  Which is one amazing happening, around here.  Believe me,  "Aunt A." (aka "Nana") is never, never, never, never, never, wrong.  -smirk-
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Those *crazy* Tuberous Begonias out front, are still going *like gang-busters*!!!  :-))))  This usually happens in the fall.  I really want to put some Autumn Mums out there.  But the dear old Begonias just won't quit, and I hate to chuck them out.  -grin- 
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A cute little gate, on Broadway...  Leading to back yard, behind 2 old buildings.
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And these are the Broadway building, on either side of the little gate.
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And looking a bit farther up Broadway...  There are shops, in the old buildings.  And on the far right, is a lovely old building...  Once a Rooming House.  Redone beautifully, as at 'B and B'.  With a lovely long old porch, and rocking chairs, where guests can sit and rock and watch people go by.  And make believe they are back in the era of the grand hotels...  When Lillian Russell might ride by, on her made-of-gold and diamond and jewel encrusted Tricycle...  A gift, from Diamond Jim Brady.

I love, love, love the lore of my beloved city.  :-)  I'll some day show you a picture of the home (off of N. Broadway) which she rented in the Aug. Racing Season.  THIS is one of the old homes, which I was able to wander through!!!  (An open house, one time when it was being sold, so people could go through and buy items the then owners no longer wanted.  I didn't buy.  I just enjoyed!!!)  Walking down the staircase and imagining her coming down, dressed for a dinner party in the dining room.  :-)
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