Behind the Brookdale library, the walkways shimmered in the twighlight. Last night’s storm has flooded the paths that we sometimes travel. Instead we turned around and crossed the Shingle Creek Parkway bridge that passes over 694. There is a restaurant that was once ChiChi’s then Coyote Grill that is now abandoned: for sale or lease. The interior has nice blue and yellow tile, a central bar and mirrors at some of the booth walls to make the room seem to extend further. Location, location, location, though is its downfall.
After our brief walk in the now cool, dare-I-claim "autumn" air, we were greeted at our apartment by a blinking "1" on our answering machine. Perhaps someone is calling to cancel their reservation for the morning discussion on Beowulf (and breakfast of steak & eggs with hash browns). Perhaps the Whites want to do something with us on their Friday family night…
No. It was Todd Mitchell: always an interesting one to receive a phone message from (I wonder how many hits this entry will get from unsuspecting people "googling" his name). The one and only coffee shop in Granite Falls is up for sale. Anybody want to fund us so that we can take it over?
I’ve got books.
I’ve got a certificate in culinary arts.
Joel has been a fast food manager…
Ah to dream. But surely it would be a nightmare!