Last night, my son, my partner, and I decided to go for one of those spontaneous
"because it is summertime" drives.
We landed in one of my favorite neighborhoods, Del Ray, where we paid a visit to
The Dairy Godmother for some chocolate frozen custard, a sour cherry sundae,
and blueberry cobbler, a la mode.
DG was hopping.
We took our treats outside, enjoying them one spoonful at a time,
as we walked along the sidewalk that borders the town shops, restaurants, and houses.
We passed by our favorite Mexican eatery,
where they serve the BEST DAMN MARGARITAS;
we passed by the music store, where the last two employees were packing it up for the night,
and, from atop a set of stairs leading to a grand, covered front porch,
a neighborhood dog barked a friendly "hello".
Making our way back to the car, I heard the sound of music -
some old-time jazz coming from the nearby coffee shop, St. Elmo's.
As I peaked through the window, sure enough, there was a group of old-timers jamming up a storm,
and a room full of young and old . . . dancing, and swinging. and swaying.
Standing there, with my old-fashioned blueberry cobbler,
I felt as if I had stepped back in time.
http://stelmoscoffeepub.com/
http://www.nsmjq.org/
"because it is summertime" drives.
We landed in one of my favorite neighborhoods, Del Ray, where we paid a visit to
The Dairy Godmother for some chocolate frozen custard, a sour cherry sundae,
and blueberry cobbler, a la mode.
DG was hopping.
We took our treats outside, enjoying them one spoonful at a time,
as we walked along the sidewalk that borders the town shops, restaurants, and houses.
We passed by our favorite Mexican eatery,
where they serve the BEST DAMN MARGARITAS;
we passed by the music store, where the last two employees were packing it up for the night,
and, from atop a set of stairs leading to a grand, covered front porch,
a neighborhood dog barked a friendly "hello".
Making our way back to the car, I heard the sound of music -
some old-time jazz coming from the nearby coffee shop, St. Elmo's.
As I peaked through the window, sure enough, there was a group of old-timers jamming up a storm,
and a room full of young and old . . . dancing, and swinging. and swaying.
Standing there, with my old-fashioned blueberry cobbler,
I felt as if I had stepped back in time.
http://stelmoscoffeepub.com/
http://www.nsmjq.org/
