Eagles Mere is a little mountain town, in central Pa., my old home place. In the first half of the 20th century, it was somewhat of a resort town. Don't know if it still is, but is certainly remote (down around Bradford). I recall going there once, with my folks, and Nana (dad's mother), back in the 50's, when I was but a wee lad. Nana grew up in her early years in that area, where I was told her father was a country hotel keeper. Later, they moved to Williamsport (the big city), where he got into the gift store business, which she continued through the 1980's (till she was about 85). I have talked about my Grandmas in previous posts - they made quite an impression on me as a young man.

The second picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything, except it is a cool picture of Muddy in his prime, or more accurately on the brink of his world wide celebrity, when he had just been discovered by the folkie crowd. He was, of course, at the height of his powers earlier, in the 50's, but known mostly at that time only to the black blues audience.

Having a garage sale at my mother-in-laws house tomarrow, as part of a neighborhood sale. She's the one moved up to South Carolina, to live with her son for awhile. She can't live by herself these days, and unlikely she will come back to the Sarasota house. So, at the wife's behest, we are liquidating some (but not all) of her accumulated junk. She does have some nice collectibles, but much of it is garage sale stuff she bought. Somewhat of a pack rat, she was, but there are worse things. Cleaning out is good for the soul.