Barr Street Market/Ft Wayne

Since we are here in Ft Wayne for a Memorial Service for Bill's Best Friend Don, we seem to be dashed back in time with our memories here in Ft Wayne. Last night we got in the truck and drove around, looking and remembering, Bill's old neighborhood, now a vacant lot, Don's old neighborhood, much the same, old haunts and areas from years gone by.

Then today, we met Don's wife and 2 of his daughters and a friend at a little diner in downtown Ft Wayne, called Cindy's. "Don loved the place" The waitress is rude and we love her, the short order cook makes "garbage" and we love it. Out of 6 of us, only 2 could eat it all. Years ago, when I met Bill, and worked in a short order diner, I could flip eggs in the little skillet. Well, sometimes as you all know, when the eggs are really fresh, the yolk will just break. Anyway, Bill ordered eggs over easy, of course one of the yolks broke, and when I tried to serve them to Bill, He said "I did not order broken eggs" When we relayed this story to the waitress in Cindy's she looked him in the eye and said, "If I had waited on you, you would have worn them".

Then we went to the "Barr Street Market" . Years ago, my Grandparents had a boarding house across the street from the Market. I remember My brother and I playing hide and seek amongst the pillars. Of course now, the pillars are gone and there are mostly high rise buildings in downtown Ft Wayne. No sign of what may have been their boarding house. But there was plenty to look at and buy. Lemon zest cheese???? Home made no less. Did buy a bag with Barr Street market on it and a couple of pots of wild flowers to take home and plant in my yard in honor of my grandmother who really had a green thumb, her yard was always full of flowers.

Bill has been working hard on his "Memories of Don" that he will relate at the Memorial Service tomorrow. He is so much stonger than I could ever be.