The Little Brown Jug

My dad would have been 113 this year. Amazingly he got to see Haley's comet twice...well he was born when it was overhead in 1910 and died when it was overhead in 2000.

He kinda grew up in the Ann Arbor Michigan area in the 20s and early 30s and he and his brother and  Stuart Mott (distantly of the Mott family of Michigan - check your juice containers) threw into a restaurant in Ann Arbor that survives to this day. The Brown Jug.  Now it is just a place for beer and pizza and a bit long in the tooth as they say but very much in the character of what you would suspect. Glenn Miller came through in the 30s, playing the University of Michigan and my dad had him and the band over for a free dinner (blueplate I'm sure..$.59).

I don't think for a second that Miller's hit "Little Brown Jug" had to do with my dad and the restaurant is based on the"Brown Jug" rivalry game between UofM and Minnesota.  But it is my dad's place of sorts and he had marvelous tales to tell about the "honey dipped doughnuts" and blowing the cooking doughnut fumes out on S. Univ. Ave...

Marketing 101. He used to make them for me when i was a kid.