Dinner at the Chesapeake House

    As my readers know, I am very interested in old houses. I have written columns about the Judge Arenz house at Sixth and State Streets, the John Glenn house at Third and Washington Streets, the Ehrhart house at Eighth and State Streets, the Bill Bley house at Seventh and State Streets, and the VonFossen house at Thirteenth and State Streets.
    Even before my wife and I retired (and during the 30 years we have been retired), we enjoyed driving through towns and admiring their big old mansions built between 1840 and 1900; most over 150 years old. We think that every one of those old houses has a story.
    About every five weeks, I have to see an eye specialist at his office in Springfield regarding macular degeneration. Our son, Don, takes me to the appointments. Back in March, I asked that we take our wives to the next appointment, which was in late afternoon. Afterwards, we’d all go out for dinner. I chose a restaurant in an old house, this time it was in Springfield, out on Clear Lake Avenue. The house was called the Chesapeake Seafood House.
 

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