Monday, March 26, 2012

Weston Missouri

March 17th, St Patrick’s Day is a good day to visit Weston, Missouri.  We know because we were there.  Weston is located north of Kansas City, across the river from Leavenworth and on the way to our eventual destination of Jacksonville, Illinois.  So, plans are made.
Tom and Christi, neighbors and friends,  have experienced the green celebrations in Weston in the past.  While they stayed in the historic St George hotel, we secured a place in the nearby Weston State Park on the bluffs of the Missouri River where Louis and Clark also stayed.  There is a bicycle trail from the park that ends at an interesting looking museum in Weston.  Checking out those two things and the grave tour are something for another time.
Back to the city of Weston, local pictures show that at one time, Weston’s main street ended in the Missouri River.  In the mid 1800’s, Weston was bigger than Kansas City or St. Joseph.  Then a flood changed the course of the river leaving most of the historical homes and commercial buildings to quietly age without pressures of modern upgrades.  Today a major portion of Weston is designated a Historical District.  Surrounding farms grew tobacco and hemp and even today grapes for Weston’s Pritle and nearby wineries.  Most, including us, leave with a bottle of Tequila Rose from the local distillery.  The downtown shops are unique.  Even though I am not usually a big shopper, it was fun.  Of course, it helped two shops served free beer and another free corned beef and cabbage.

BobReeder But, it is St. Patrick’s Day and so it’s off to O’Malley’s 1842 Pub.  O’Malley’s is located in the Weston Brewing Company, the tallest building in Weston—mostly underground.  It was in one of the underground vaults where Bob Reeder sang Irish songs, played multiple instruments and regularly raised his glass for Irish toasts.  He sang beautifully and I wanted to yell out to tell everyone to be quiet so I could hear.  Which probably means I am getting too old to imbibe and hear good music at the same time.
I’ll have to admit O’Malley’s “vault” did not immediately appeal to me.  First, down a stairs, then through a fairly long tunnel to a crowded room in brick, including the rounded roof.  I settled down after a large brew, good music and learning there was a second exit. 
Enjoy this YouTube of Bob Reeder and raise your glass….
There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.

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