.Yesterday, we went north, up along the reservoir and passed through the Seneca Nation. This casino goes on and on, a huge complex. Gambling is legal here, because they are their own country. This casino makes the tribe a lot of money. We've never been, even though they have some very good shows up there, comedians and musicians.
We left the Seneca Nation and headed back back into Pennsylvania. Our destination was a little town that is noted for, of all things, a terrible accident (long ago from the type of car). Apparently, owner had indulged too much at the bar, came out, hopped into his car, and somehow wound up on the roof of the bar. The bar owners, realizing how much it would cost to get the car down simply said, "Okay, then," and changed the name of the bar, painted some words on the car, and there the car has remained ever since. This story is not true.
But this is a true story here: We were headed to a party for Lesley. Lesley just finished treatment for breast cancer, and being a woman of high good spirit, she celebrated. This is Lesley with her daughter Karley, holding the cake she made for the occasion.
Lesley's mother, Kay, made me an afghan. She used all the colors of a fire. She wanted me to see it and feel warm. It was extremely thoughtful, and I was embarrassed. It was Lesley's special day, after all. But it was a wonderful thing to do, and I thank you Kay. I worked with Kay years ago. Little did I know that I would cross paths with her, and in such a remarkable way.
We met Lesley's family, and swapped stories, and even met a shirt tail relative - a cousin to my niece's husband. I was surprised at the number of people at that party that had their own battles with cancer. Gosh. We are everywhere.
As the sun went down, it began to get cold (there were frost warnings for the night). So Tim and I left. We went into Bradford, and I got a cup of hot coffee. I took a picture of this building because I love the art deco trim around the top of it. I rode home sipping coffee, with a warm afghan across my aching legs. It was a nice day, spent celebrating a wonderful milestone with my good friend.
A joy shared is a joy doubled.
I was glad to be a part of it, Lesley.