What's better than a church?

A church attached to a bar?









Why not share heating costs with Bobby's Place - Olde World Tavern?

Non-Rhetorical Question: How olde world is it? This seeming inconsistency may be perfectly understandable.

Even today, it could be. In South America, priests are often called on to perform car blessings. The owners bring their car and vans and SUVs to the priest before they embark on long trips. The car has no say in the champagne dumped on its engine - whether the quality is good or bad - the car's front is propped open, and the priest bursts a champagne bottle over the engine and tires with an expression of nothing but the most sacrosanct mix of Godly fear and humble servitude.

Not visible in the above photos is the Greyhound bus depot that shares the bar's parking lot. Church+bar+buses = A great new business!

Somehow Moose Jaw has stayed alive all these years, and it hasn't been because of smuggling booze or making headlines for grisly shotgun murders. They've revamped their image to include the words "historic" "charm" and "diversion."

My Mom, a big-city girl herself, called Moose Jaw "a pleasant diversion," as we coasted home in our dual control heated '07 Hybrid. I didn't have Jane Austen on hand, so instead I read from Evelyn Waugh, which is just as good, since he makes fun of the upper class, and is British, so I read it aloud. A perfect ending to our little excursion, darling.