Dinner at V. Paul’s Italian restaurant. It was a delightful dining experience. I had an Absolut Cucumber Martini, the best Martini I’ve ever had, Vicki had the Limoncello Thyme Martini, which she declared “delicious.” For the entre’ I had Linguini Alle Vongole with mussels, pretty good but not spectacular; Vicki had Spaghetti & Meatballs. She said it was good, but gave her leftovers to the homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk. We shared a bottle of Reisling with dinner, which made everything blend very nicely.
The restaurant’s soft light, quiet atmosphere and marvelous service made the evening one to remember. Prices were reasonable/moderate. We will be back.
It’s been a couple month since my last post, it was dedicated to my friend Bob Dahl a poet and trout fisherman. He read the post, commented and a day or two later suffered a fatal heart attack. I pray that his spirit has found a peaceful, joyful place. I will forever miss him.
Life is an abstraction
Lived between the values of black and white
Softly … vividly … extremely
In gradations of gray
But memories are collected
In the nuance of color
Between the depths of suicidal depression
To the euphoria of loves’ tectonic orgasms
The whys of divorce at the age of 74
Are lost in the darkness of expectation
Lost in radiant shades of love’s experience
There are no answers
When it’s over
This sunset photo looking skyward at a lone tree is a bit of a cliché, but still, filled with symbolism for the end of the year 2020. We can all hope for a sunrise on a New Year promising an end to the pandemic, a burgeoning economy, healthcare for everyone and reasonably priced education that every student can afford without sustaining overwhelmingly burdensome debt.