The greatest Bronco of them all

We stopped in Pittsburgh, PA, for lunch. Where else to go? Fatheads of course.



Here is Mrs. Skeeter enjoying a monster salad on our 25th Anniversary. Yep, that ring is the original I gave her all those years ago at St. Brigid's.



From Pittsburgh, we drove on through Canton, Ohio, to visit the NFL Hall of Fame.



Here's the cyber-horse logo that won two Super Bowl's in a row. I saw my first Denver Broncos game in 1969. It was a loss the hated Oakland Raiders. There have been some very, very tough seasons since then, but it all changed in 1983 when the greatest Denver Bronco of all time was drafted.



John Elway's head. Yes, I touched it.



... and the Broncos colors the way God intended them to be ...



Last year Mrs. Skeeter and I made the pilgrimmage to Mile High Stadium. We looked down onto Ivesco Field, spoke in hushed and reverent tones ... until the game started. I've been on the waiting list for Denver Broncos season tickets since Reagan was President. It's important to have tickets because every home game has been sold out since 1970. Maybe I'll get those tickets sometime before I'm too old to enjoy freezing my backside off in the dead of winter.

We found a neat little winery on the western edge of Indianapolis, Indiana, called Chateau Thomas. One of the wines there, the Sweet Aubergine Ultra, was really tasty. This wine is a Reserve version of their popular Sweet Aubergine. They say that this wine has the same balanced berry, cherry fruit flavors with a rich mouth feel, but the flavor profile is spicy and more luscious with tones of Cabernet Sauvignon and Syrah. I say it's just damned good.



Almost home! See ya soon.