I wish I had a conscience so I could feel bad about not putting my free weekends to better use, or truth to tell some practical use at all. Yesterday underscore the whole point. After I mowed the lawn, not a euphemism for anything, and showered off and changed into fresh clothes, I joined our daughter, Michelle, in a hike to Howard T. Brown Park (the "T" is for savings, I'm told and is usually silent if not often invisible) for the annual first Saturday of September street fest held in the park, A Taste of Italy.
The area restaurants and the Italian Heritage community go all out for this one-day Canoliapolloza and folks come from everywhere. Michelle very much enjoys the garlic knots and seeing people she knows from her work. This year she had a game where she gave herself one point for every customer she recognized and a bonus point for every one whose name she knew. She was racking up the points when last I checked.
I enjoy the chance to hang out with her because she's a busy person and my life is slowly slowing down and because I also enjoy the walk, though yesterday with the afternoon temperatures approaching ninety and the humidity not far behind, it wasn't the most fun I've ever had.
This is more of what I came for, Watching the River Flow.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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