If I were wearing that, I’d be thrown in jail

Rolling into the village of Liverpool, N.Y., less than 10 miles outside of Syracuse proper going west on Rte. 90, Erin and I were encouraged by signs for the Salt Museum, the Presbyterian church, and the volunteer fire company. We were sure to find a delightfully local place for lunch, something would speak to us here, and we’d experience the signature charm of upstate New York we were looking for.

Then we met DR RON 89 (per his license plate). Erin and I were getting our stuff out of the trunk, and he pulled up behind us in the parking lot of Pizza Villa. “You girls are really living the life,” he said. It was almost complimentary, and true – young, and in Erin’s spicy red convertible, we were certainly more vivacious than poor Dr. Ron. His good years had come and gone at least 50 years ago. “If I dressed like you, they’d put me in jail for indecent exposure,” he said, and drove quickly away in his Buick.

Apparently soccer shorts and athletic t-shirts are still scandalous in Liverpool. Or at least across from the Presbyterian Church.