I met this young man briefly yesterday. He gave what I assume is a stage name, Phrank Johnston. If I had ever had hair I like to think I would do similar strangeness to it. My hairline has prevented me from being carded since I was twelve.
Very pleased that I had the camera; I was going to check out camera bags and grabbed it for a fit test. I am even happier Phrank gave me a minute in the bitter cold to pose - it did take a second to ensure light poles were not growing out of his head. I also met up with a good friend delivering freshly baked delights post Christmas. I do believe her agenda was more along the lines of a sanity check. I did my best to assure her that I am no crazier than the employed me. I had my first Starbuck's coffee (yes, ever!) and we chatted; much of it good advice from an experience business person.
The most pleasant instant of the day was after this chat when I opened my car and the smell of freshly baked bagels wafted out. My willpower was used up this day maintaining my no eating in the car rule.
Later that evening I had a beer, for I had no willpower left.
The Catskills.
A mere four hour drive is enough these days to cause rejoice when my destination appears through road weary eyes. Especially when that aim is as majestic as Spillian . After a brief tour we were shown our room . A few moments of peace were granted before the celebrations. We were allowed full access to the kitchen facilities so the visiting chef from Maine could continue our traditional lobster and cob feast. Our stomachs sated, we conversed to catch up and to reminisce. A short stroll to the meadow set the stage for family and friendships rekindled lasting to evenings end. The misty dawn awoke us gently, slowly; easing us each into the day at our own desired pace. NEXT: A walk in the Catskills.
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