Questions without answers

1.  If you were alive then, the events of November 23, 1963 are forever seared in your memory. I remember the day well, but for one very large gap.

I was in grade school in suburban Kansas City then.  That fateful Friday was a school holiday and for the life of me I don't know why. I can't even hazard a guess.

2.  Thanksgiving 1963 came 3 days after the president's burial.  Was there ever a drearier holiday.

3.  Brennan's in New Orleans RIP

Family squabbles have closed the joint, at least for the time being.  Once lawyers are called in to settle family matters, things rarely turn out for the good.

I always liked Brennans but would have enjoyed it more were it half its size.  The food was good, but the restaurant was always too busy, and tables too rushed to truly enjoy your stay.  Made a great bloody mary however.

4. Today is Ms. Hutton's birthday. Let us rejoice and be glad.

5. Lost and Found:  The good news and bad news of moving are much the same.  In our case we cleared out a lot of stuff we wouldn't have otherwise.  Everyday, I ask my bride or she'll ask me, "have you seen the...".  No.

Prior to moving we  rented storage in a franchise "we'll keep your stuff" place. With eyes wide open I personally loaded our books, file cabinets and some Christmas decorations first thing into that space.  The next day we buried our treasures with furniture, fully believing we'd empty it, certainly by now.

It's likely we will continue to rent storage forever. I'm torn between unloading and reloading our space or renting the space next door, and with knowledge and forethought moving.  Neither appeals.

To compound the fun I have been ordered to make room in the garage for Mrs. T's car before the weather turns.  Can you picture my week?

Toad

Nahlins Part Deux

After Mondays dinner the thought of getting up and doing it again was initially a challenge. Why not Brennans' for brunch we decided.

I hadn't worn a tie in daylight in ages, but suitably attired, Mrs. T and I walked the few blocks to one of my favorite restaurants.

The forecast was hot , muggy with strong winds, heavy rains and large hail anticipated. We ate inside.

One of my favorite endeavours is watching rich people enjoying their leisure. That's why I always enjoy lunch out. I like watching the ladies who lunch, or the rich old geezers out much younger women who are not their wives. Long leisurely lunches are gifts from the heavens.

Brennan's did not disappoint. 

Finest Bloody Mary in America. Greatest brunch place in town.  Ate like kings and queens. The last word in service.

A friend of ours is a chef there. Sadly, he was off that day, but just the mention chopped the bill in half.

Toad