Uh Oh. We got a dog. A puppy, actually, and he is cute as a button. Carol has been “shopping” ever since we saw Michelle in San Francisco, and finally, in Cleveland (south of, really), she caught up with a breeder that she liked with a reasonably-priced Malti-Poo. Now we spend our waking hours doing everything we can to potty-train the dog – it’s not working yet! Well, we spend our time doing that, and arguing over the puppy’s new name – I want to name him Cleveland (it just sounds like a good dog’s name, to me) and Carol wants to name him Finnegan (which to me sounds like a snooty Irishman!), which he really isn’t. It’s an ongoing battle, but since Carol is the principal care-giver, I have pretty much given up on my favorite name and will probably bow to her preference in order to keep the peace. (I can still try to see if she’ll change her preference, though – that would be win-win.)
Now, the reason we went to Cleveland was to catch up with Doug Brady, a friend that had worked for a while in Fort Mill and played golf at the Regent Park Golf Club with our group. We got to like him pretty well, and he promised us a good time is we ever came to Cleveland, so we decided to take him up on it. Show us a good time, he did! We visited his and his wife Nancy’s new house and watched (what else) the Cleveland Browns get beat by the Ravens. Another heartbreaker (but not a shocker!).
Doug and I played a great course, Boulder Creek, with a couple of nice guys, one of which could never find his ball. It became the joke of the day, “Where’s Ron’s ball?” You had to be there, I guess, but I can tell ya Doug was about ready to go nuts on this guy. Y’all can imagine. After golf, I got Doug (didn’t have to twist his arm, really) to take me to a few of his local haunts. We started at the high end (Blue Canyon, ate a fantastic Reuben sandwich at Murphy’s Pub? (you shoulda seen Doug’s Corned Beef – see pic), and finally got to the seediest place (which will remain nameless to protect the innocent). It was here that Doug and Steven (with a V) got into some very interesting conversation, but we left before Steven with a v had a chance to ask Doug on a date (or something). Needless to say, interesting place.
The next day Doug had to “go to work” (he’s looking for a job), and we spent the afternoon at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame down on the waterfront, and just had a great time. We ended up having to leave before actually completing the entire tour because (you guessed it) we had a puppy appointment at Petsmart for a well-puppy checkup. Yup, that’s what we do. So we cut our visit a little short, only to be called while we were heading back to the RV to pick up the pooch that Petsmart had “over-scheduled” and they had to cancel our appointment. Pissed!
Doug gave us a call that evening, and we ended up going out to dinner with him. We went to a great Italian place called Nino’s, and Carol and I each had a plate of food that we ate leftovers on for two days. I’m done with Italian for a while.
All in all, a great visit, and we need to go back. Doug Brady, thanks for the Cleveland hospitality!