Fresh pyrogies can be a spiritual experience, after all.
Local brew, and judging from the number of breweries seen on my short walk, not the only one.
Oh, and today was Thursday. I completely missed out on Ethel’s meatloaf!
Ladies get in free tomorrow!
Another brewery. Just like at home in Milwaukee!
I’m always so self conscious about shooting people, but I pretended to be shooting the red wall and pulled it off.
Many ways to take this . . . but shouldn’t free people be free and not just half off?
Ethel getting her shine on as dusk descends.
One last pair (of signs).
On my way to a conference in Ontario I was lured off the highway by a sign advertising a cheese factory museum. Cheese! My favorite thing! I was hoping for a tour and fresh curds, but it really was just a museum. A small, understaffed little community museum with a main building and a few outposts, one for the blacksmith and one for the cheesemaker. No docents, just paper signs taped up above bits of machinery to explain what they were.
Cheese factory museum. I guess I latched onto the first two words and got my hopes up.
These old signs caught the glare of the open window.
I think this is for cutting blocks of cheese, but frankly, I was still in a state of disappointment over the lack of actual cheese that I forgot to read the sad little signs.
There were more of these in a big vat on the floor, and I think they were for stirring what would later become cheese, except not here because there was no cheese. Did I mention there was no cheese?
Jugs in which to transport milk to be made into cheese.
Oh, I should have read what these were. I believe they are for printing cheese labels. There was no cheese.
This long board is for stamping cheese. I could have stamped, but there was still no cheese.
Large (empty) cheese boxes. So sad. And an ice block grabber that could double as a cheese grabber, were there cheese to grab.
And this is the blacksmith’s shop across the drive. No cheese here either. Shame.
These worn steps lead up to the campus library.
This is the Lansing River near the Michigan State University campus at just the right time of day.