We were planning on eating dinner downtown along the river at a restaurant that overlooks the fountain. But when we took a second look at the menu, we decided to go elsewhere. We ended up at Spaghetti Warehouse where there was an interesting building and uninteresting food.
Our table was in the trolley car where it was warm and sticky.
When we’d eaten, we went downtown along the river and found out the fountain wasn’t working anyway. We strolled along the Scioto Mile for a bit and remembered what humidity felt like (although by Ohio standards, it wasn’t bad).
We still had plenty of time before dark, and sitting in our hotel room didn’t seem like all that much fun. I headed to the Columbus Park of Roses, which we visited in May before the roses were in bloom. As we entered the park, I saw a sign announcing free concerts on Sunday nights.
And that’s how we found ourselves sitting in a large crowd of old people watching a bad high school band play patriotic music. (The snow cones were free.)
The band played all the armed forces songs while a very old man in a wheelchair behind us sang along. When we’d had all the poorly-played music we wanted, we took a twilight stroll around the gardens. The roses were definitely in bloom this time.
The next day we had our favorite Ohio food — Skyline Chili.
We had some time to kill, so we visited an antique mall.
And then the other Ohio must-have—Graeter’s Ice Cream. I had the black raspberry chocolate-chip. Sally got something else and regretted it.
Our flight back to Colorado chased the sunset.