The downside of these last nites is that my sleep schedule and biorhythms get messed up. I woke up slightly later than usual and sort of dragged (not sure why). I got the workout and errands done, and then it was off to my double event. There was an open house at Grays Armory today, and I figured I should see that. On the way there I remembered that the CBT had a day night doubleheader, so my approach in (I came in off 22nd) and parking plan was altered. Still, I parked by CSU for $3.35, which was cool.
I am sure I went there as a kid, but it has been 30 years or more... anyways, it is a cool space - basically it is large stone house in the middle of downtown (I think they make more from parking than anything else). It has that older feel, but it has a couple of large gathering areas, and there are plenty of military displays around. A Civil War re-enactor was there -- I noted he was an artillery sergeant -- and he, I, and a couple of other guests had a lengthy discussion of their cannon, which is basically a hybrid piece the CSA made, we captured, and were like "off to the rear." It was interesting to hear how this group survived as an adjunct to the National Guard and what it does now.
Then it was off to the PACC for their Polish Picnic (I stopped at Philomena for some gluten-free treats; they are good, but different. Still, gotta support a Village business!), which I had never been too. I forgot they do those stupid food tickets (oi), and it was a little chaotic up front, as they just assumed people would buy tickets... I literally gave people some menus so they could figure out what they wanted and order (I told one woman I knew the cooks and thus the grub was good). Very Polish. Anyways, the food was good -- potato pancakes, goulash, gowumpki, halushki. Bit heavy (which also explains my lethargy) but good. I ate inside but meandered around the picnic area; never been there. They have a series of plaques with key moments in Polish history (good and bad) and we all know I am a reader, so...despite the sun, I read them all.
I talked with a friend who was there, and he was telling me stories of life under marital law (born in 80, came here in 87, so remembered some things) -- lots of cops, empty stores, waiting in line for little food, the surprise of coming to the US and hitting a supermarket. He noted that stuff was pricier here but it was also... there, and in spades. I told him he was like a World Cup video poster, and he said that is exactly what it was like, fascinating, and I told him to get this written or recorded. (I should do the same.)