So Cheekwood was this boring place when I was a kid. All flowers and art museum and who cares about all of that? I certainly did not when our maternal grandmother (aka “Grandmother”) took us to the Pineapple Room for lunch and a walk around the grounds. This stuff old place had been left to the city by the Cheek family of Maxwell House fame. It has come a long way since I was a boy.
Out there today was a train set. In the garden. Trains in the garden! Apparently, this is a thing, these trains in the garden. Papa wants. Also, too, there were these buildings, famous buildings, all made out of sticks. Nicely done. So we hung out at Cheekwood, as pictured below, and then went and had ice cream with my 97 year old paternal grandmother, who had once brought chickens to the Cheeks at Cheekwood.