Beltane Summer Moon
The clan convened north of 694 for the first time on a restaurant meeting night. I used a line in my e-mail inviting folks to Taste of Thailand on University mentioning the pick-up line. Nope, not a northern burbs e-harmony.com, rather an observation Kate and I made shortly after moving up here 20 years ago that there were more pick-ups on the road than sedans.
Tom, Bill, Frank, Warren and I dined in a quiet restaurant, spring rolls, papaya salad and fried bananas on my check. The conversation moved around, sometimes lighting on our move to Colorado, other times on general aging issues, then the recovery of our two o.r. patients, Frank and Tom, bits on Memorial Day and what serving our country means, Warren and Sheryl’s move from house 1 to house 2 and on the creek that’s ten feet high and risin’ out in the western burbs. Apparently Lake Minnetonka is at an all time high, breaching retaining walls and resulting in no wake zones that have slowed boat traffic on the Lake to almost nothing.
Since the drive only took 20 minutes, it felt like I was cheating, not putting in my usual degree of effort.
