On my way out west, I stopped in to visit my oldest and dearest friends. Here’s Brian in the kitchen (above) and Anna staring down Skully McSkullkan.
They took me to Bill’s Donuts, which (aside from the flannel-wearing hipster) had been preserved in a time capsule.
The old Little League photos are still hanging in the entryway! (They even have the same amount of dust I remember from the 80s.)
Make no mistake, we feasted on Bill’s Donuts into the wee hours.
They introduced me to one of Dayton’s newest and finest products. It is delicious.
And of course, there was a stop at Marion’s Piazza.
Once again…time capsule.
Lots of famous Gregs love Marrion’s!