If you frequent the same eating establishments regularly, you soon notice, and become acquainted with others who also frequent that establishment. Like Coach, for instance. He's a regular at Fran's, also. He coaches at Reagan High School, just across the highway, and has been at Reagan off and on since the '71-'72 school year. I say off and on because he has retired twice, and intends to do it again at the end of this school year.
He was there during the time our kids were at Reagan, and if we ever learn any name besides "Coach" we'll see if the kids remember him - or he them.
Fran seems to attract retired folks. For a long time we would see Mary and her friend Daniel, an older couple who always sat in the booth by the front door. Mary passed away, and Daniel quit coming. Same with Dot and Bill; after Bill died, we see Dot only rarely. There's another elderly gentleman that we often see and greet. He looked like one us retired folk until I heard him tell a friend about his construction business. He's a home builder in the St John's area. Builds one house at a time, sells it, and builds another.
It has been in the mid-eighties here this past week. The grass is greening up, and all sorts of foolish trees are beginning to leaf out. That makes it all the more remarkable to see the pictures and videos of all the snow in the Northeast. Incredible images.
What? I missed the Grammy's again. Maybe next year.
And I noticed that someone is concerned about the security of this tree! Why that is I don't know.
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