Tuesday - Take me Away....

 







Mt. Vernon, Ohio  
August 2025

Years ago, I found that Ruby Tuesday had pretty great shepherd's pie and zucchini as a side that Zupe loved.  So, I bought a gift certificate for my mother-in-law as a Christmas gift.  When I did this, I got a second card.  I kept that one.  Years past - hence the beginning words, years ago - and it has become very hard to find a Ruby Tuesday.  The gift card languished in my wallet.  During our trip to Denver last summer, we endeavored to locate one.  Unsuccessfully.  I don't remember everything from that quest - mostly that we would find a location by Google search only to learn that it had been closed.

Once home we applied our search to restaurants in the state and identified that there was still a location in Mt. Vernon.  And, on a bright and beautiful Saturday, we drove there for lunch.  To use the $11.97 remaining on that card.  (I had NO idea how much was still on the card.)  As it turns out, Mt. Vernon has other qualities to recommend it including an amazing doggy sculpture fountain in the middle of town and a park (Aeriel Foundation Park) that was built around the remains of a glass factory.  The latter contains (unphotographed) "rivers" of glass hunks and pieces/parts of the old buildings including this tower (photo 3).

Photo 1 and 2.  I like the way the clouds, the light support and horizontal piece of forgotten purpose, as well as all the spitting dogs lead the eye to the center of the fountain and the photo.  The sky is a beautiful blue.  The second photo is just to give the reader (that is you) a closer view of one of the dogs.  (No spaniels, alas.)

Photo 3.  Here, I'm mostly admiring the structure of the fencing and how it interacts with the tower and the staircase that spirals up (or down) it.  

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