September 5, 2006

Spencerport, N.Y.


As I mentioned in my previous post, today I took some comp time from work and did some “roadgeeking” in the Rochester area of the state. I took over 100 photos for archival purposes for my web site. Let’s hear it for digital photography!

Earl was kind enough to make me lunch before leaving for his business trip, so I had my lunch pail packed and ready to go this morning when I awoke. I found myself in Spencerport at lunch time. Spencerport is situated along the famous Erie Canal, hence the “port” in it’s name. I never knew this but some of the bridges over the canal in this area are lift bridges. Instead of a traditional draw bridge, the whole bridge goes up and down in tandem. While I didn’t get a chance to see the one on Main Street in Spencerport in action, I did read about it while enjoying lunch at one of the Canalway Trail picnic areas. I posed for a picture next to the information board for posterity. Let’s hear it for digital photography with built-in timer!

The lunch was delicious too.

Mustache Ghost.

I was enjoying my day off by walking through Eastview Mall in suburban Rochester, New York. I had just situated myself in the food court, armed with a diet soda and nothing more; I planned on people watching as an exercise in relaxation. Because I’m somewhat of a loner, all the tables around me were empty by my choosing, but I was still relatively close to the main traffic area of the busy food court and well within eyeshot of one of my favorite fast food joints, Tom Wahls.

A few minutes of peaceful bliss had passed when an elderly woman sat down at the table to my left. I smiled courteously but said nothing, hoping the sparkle in my eyes would convey the “hello” I was silently saying on the inside.

The woman, looking rather regal in her attire and confidence, smiled back and said “Hello.” I thought nothing more of it when she turned to me again and said, “That’s a very handsome mustache you have there.”

I have to admit that I thought quite the contrary, since I haven’t shaved since Friday, with this being my weekend and all, and while I was enjoying my drive, I had been absentmindedly been pulling at the left side of it, a terrible habit that Earl wishes I would drop quickly.

I responded, “Thank you ma’am, I appreciate that.”

She then said, “My husband had a mustache like yours. I don’t like those little Clark Gable mustaches, so he grew something big and bushy like yours. His turned white though, as he got older, but it started out auburn.”

I had noted that she had said “had one” when telling me about her husband’s mustache, so I asked, “Oh, did he shave it off?”

She responded, “No, he passed away several years ago.” She then added, “I wonder if he still has the mustache up there”, as she pointed towards the ceiling.

A tear formed in the corner of my eye as I responded, “I bet he does, and it’s back to its glorious auburn color.”

Since my male pride kicked in and I didn’t want to be seen in the mall food court with tears in my eyes, I finished up my diet pop and wished this kind woman, “Have a wonderful day, ma’am.”

I said it out loud this time.