On Saturday, we had breakfast at one of my favourite diners in town. The Princess Restaurant has been family-owned for decades. The decor screams 1950's when you enter with red-swivel bar seats and booths with what appear to be wooden radios that one can tune in to his or her favourite station. But it was the breakfast I had brought Samantha for; and while again simple, she was impressed.

We walked across the street to Main Street Books after getting a coffee; also across the street, at the Tombstone Cafe. The cafe is refurbished from a building that used to be where you went and purchased a tombstone in remembrance of a loved one. There was enough space in the building that you could have even watched them carve and inscribe it. I like it better as a cafe, and the building still sits next to a church and in front of the cemetery. How is that for history?

At the bookstore, we both looked for something interesting to read. We had both been tired of reading only formulas and scientific "mumbo-jumbo", so we opted for something lite and airy. When we had both found a book, it was time for a stroll down the street. Since it was now 1:00 PM; after a late 11:00 AM start to breakfast, I took her to meet Jimmy.

Jimmy was a lawyer and now is a bar owner. The Monkey Bar is a place you might never find if you did not know Jimmy. A bachelor since "Day 1", Jimmy always has a good story or two to tell. On this particular day, we sat and had a few laughs and stories over a beer, (or three), while watching the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame play Boston College. While Samantha looked Irish, we were definitely rooting on opposite sides with Jimmy; as we had to side with Boston College. Boston College managed to win 42-30 in an all-out "death match".

After a few drinks, we decided to go home for a nap before dinner. Samantha was a little bit tired from the walking and a little tipsy from the beer. A nap would be just what we needed before dinner.