As I said before… Ohio will never be the same again… especially the little town of Bolivar…population just under 1,000…

Let me tell you how it went down…

We noticed in the cooler that we might run out of beverages before the weekend was done…so Yvonne and I decided that we were going to run into town and get some more (because they don’t sell beverages of the adult variety on Sundays)… we decided just to hit a gas station and since I came in a different way from anyone else, I wanted to show Yvonne the cute little town that I drove through when I got off the interstate.

And let me tell you, it was so cute… like something from a movie… small town America… I just wanted to stop and knock on a door and tell them how neat their little street was… don’t worry, I didn’t….

So Yvonne and I were admiring the little houses when we hit the intersection… the sole traffic light in the town… there was a gas station and a Dairy Queen.

As we pulled into the gas station I look over and see a sign that says “Beer, Wine, & Spirits” and there was a car pulling into it… I looked at Yvonne and she looked at me and I yelled “It’s a drive through… we so have to go over there…”

So we headed over there…

We pulled in and the guy asked us what we wanted… we couldn’t remember what Terry said to get so Yvonne, the brilliant business owner that she is, says “It’s in a green bottle, does that help”
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He tells us (and I don’t remember his name, but he looked like a Dennis) to get out and come look…. now, let me tell you, if you’re not familiar with Drive Thru’s, you’re not supposed to get out… they bring it to you. But we got out and recognized Terry’s beer and got some more and decided to head home. As soon as we pulled out of the drive through we realized that we needed to stop and get Coke and I told Yvonne that the drive through had it…

We decided to swing around and go through again… but before we did… you know we took a picture…

So when we pulled back in “Dennis” just started to chuckle.. I explained that we forgot the coke and how we just thought that the drive through was sooooo cool…. he said that people take pictures all the time and I piped up “We did that when we pulled back around…”

“Dennis” said… “Get out and I’ll take your picture…”

And you know we did….

Driving back, we saw a little sign that said “Business District” so Yvonne asked if we could take a little detour… well, you know me… i’m always up for an adventure and I knew what road that we needed to take to get back to the campground…

we turned onto Canal Street and saw the cutest little cafe…

I stopped in the middle of the street…

We drove just a little further when Yvonne saw the Post Office… I pulled onto a little side street and we got out to take a picture of Yvonne under the sign…

About that time two men were walking up the street and asked “Why are you taking pictures of Bolivar?”

I looked at him like the answer was obvious… “Well, because we’re not from around here and she’s from Canada (as I pointed to Yvonne) and your town is just so cute.”

He looked at me funny but then said… “You see that little bar down there on the corner?”

We looked down the street and nodded…

“Well about 20 years ago the owner of the bar, Marvin, got involved with the mob. He was smuggling cigarettes in from Canada and one day decided he didn’t want to be involved with the mob anymore. They found him dead at 7am one morning… he was executed. They say it happened at 3 in the morning, but it happened right outside the bar… on the sidewalk.”

My eyes lit up… because you know, I’m all about learning about murders and this one happened right here in this little town… how cool!

“Really?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said…”Now you have to come down and take a picture of Rocky’s.”

We started to walk down the street and the other guy walked up to him and said, “what are you telling them?”

“About Marvin and the mob he responded… twenty years ago.”

“Oh it wasn’t that long ago,” Man 2 said… “Because I got out of the service 10 years ago and hung out there with Marvin.”

Whatever… some dude was murdered right here in front of Rocky’s! Who cares when it happened?

As we were walking, Man 1 said that I could lay down right where Marvin lay dead to get my picture taken. I was all over it.

We got there and I asked where Marvin was slain….

Man 1 showed me and I asked “Face down?”

“Oh face up… he rolled over”

So there I laid… right where Marvin was executed sometime in the last 10-20 years… and Yvonne snapped the picture…

I was tickled when I got back up… I laid right where an ex-Mobster was killed… who else can say that?

Man 1 told me… “You can go on our newspaper website and look it up… Times Reporter.. and read all about it.”

We thanked him for his time and all giddy walked back to the car. We couldn’t wait to get back to the campground and tell the others and look up the story of Marvin.

We got back and told them all about the drive through and Marvin.

All night we talked about Marvin…

We talked about Marvin all during Kareoke…

yes! We kareoked…more on that later….

Back at the campsite… we roasted marshmallows to make s’mores… (I make the best marshmallows…)

and we talked about Marvin… again….

We got out the laptop and searched….

we searched everywhere… all the search engines we could find and all the key phrases that we could think of….

we never learned the story about Marvin…

Which leads me to believe that there are two men in Bolivar who got a big kick out of the little girl from Roanoke, VA who willingly laid on the sidewalk outside Rocky’s Tavern and believed the story of Mobster Marvin…

but that’s okay…

It’s a good story for the blog….

And we’ll remember it forever…

Until next time…

Heather

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