I’ve looked at your detailed directions and compared it with the map:
piece of cake. An adventure; hopefully all will go easily. We’ll go via
Morales. Sorry about the late arrival, but it really was the only
sensible way.
I saw Barbara yesterday; we went to a funeral of a family friend. A
50-year old woman died from a diabetic coma. Blood sugar went so low
that she passed out. Too sad.
Afterwards we went out to eat. Audrey had mentioned a restaurant in Red
Hook to which Peter (of course) had introduced her. Red Hook is
becoming quite the place (not only projects you know). So we went
looking, but couldn’t find anything that looked like a fashionable
restaurant. A cell phone call to Audrey did no good – not home, we
thought. In any event, they have opened up a Fairways (a gourmet
grocery) at the end of the peninsula, so we thought we’d drive by that.
You know there’s an incredible vista of the Statute of Liberty from this
vantage. Have you ever seen it? She looks directly at this point of
Brooklyn.
When we passed the Fairway, we happened on an art show, which they
apparently do three times a year for local artist – only $4.00 to get
in. They were using those old civil war-like storage piers, which the
Hugh black iron shutters, so we spent the afternoon looking at art,
building up an appetite. Nice show, I would have bought something, but
I am saving my money for Zacatecas. I’d like to go back to the gallery
and get another piece there.
Since we had no luck in Red Hook, we went to Smith Street to find a
restaurant there. We happened on this Spanish place, which we at first
thought was Mexican. Barbara had here margarita, and I a mohito
(phonetic), which was made just right, not too sweet. Instead of a full
meal, we got a bunch of appetizers, including tapas, and had desserts.
We talked of Zac. I told Barbara about how you scouted out all of the
restaurants and know of a great breakfast place, and that I would take
her for club sandwiches at Sanbourns. I told her we’d take the cable
car up the mountain from which we would walk down and buy some Huechoil
art. So she’s excited too.
As Barbara was pulling in front of my house to drop me of, Audrey
returned the call – typical. No matter, however, she didn’t remember
the name of the restaurant – only that it was across the street from a
playground. She hadn’t heard the phone when we called earlier, she said,
because she was vacuuming. I got out of the car and was continuing the
conversation with Audrey, when a Russian woman leaving my building asked
if she could use the cell phone to call a cab. So I said “good bye” to
Audrey. The Russian lady showed me a business card with the number for
Dominican Car Service, so I called (They’d be right over), said good
night and ended my day. Take care.
