Day 907: Wings

Whiskey Hill Saloon:  Whoever would think I'd hang out in a saloon?  Why not? It's relaxing, casual, reasonably priced and has delicious wings.  We've been talking at our monthly dinners about shifting to Whiskey Hill because we've been raving about the wings.  Our classmate from Florida took one bite and said, "OMG! These are amazing!"

A ferocious storm went through and knocked out the power for a hour early this morning.  The yard was too wet to do any yard work, which was fine since we were both tired of weeding and hauling.  I only swam 100 lengths, but that was ok too.

At 6:00, Steve was notified that there were ninety hikers stranded in Chautauqua Gorge.  Couldn't be ninety, must be nine. The dispatcher must have misunderstood.  But no, it was 96 Jewish students from all over the US and Israel.  They are staying at a camp in NW Pa, and came to Westfield to hike the gorge.  Then, they couldn't get out and one girl got bonked in the head by a branch.  Several departments responded to aid them in climbing out of the steep gorge.  Some were dehydrated and cold.  Two were transported to the hospital for ankle injuries.  Several did not speak English.  One of the fire departments ordered a few pizzas for the hungry teens, but they couldn't be consumed because the food was not kosher.  What an operation!  And what a small world.