
graces the retro-fit Sloppy Joe's in downtown Waukesha.
It caught our eye when dining there last evening, for we were sitting at an ice cream
parlor table right next to it.

1936
was the year of our birth.
We had the house specialty, Sloppy Joes, served over-the-counter to us by Shelly who with her parents owns the establishment. A very very friendly place where the juke box wafts 1950's-era music, and hula hoops get spun by young and old, inside or outside on the sidewalk cafe pavement.
A daring and obviously intelligent man of about 60 smiled and gave a hoop a whirl (inside) to see if he could still do it, as he said. We didn't have the camera. His gray neatly-combed pony-tail was swept off the rear of his semi-bald head.
Some other interesting customers were seen, doubtlessly downtown denizens......