Two holidays and a birthday in January; two birthdays and a holiday in February. No luck in January but I'll keep trying at least through next month.
Yesterday on the MLK, Jr. holiday I went at noon to the Lost Dog Cafe in Westover where I parked right in front of the door to the gourmet pizzeria, went in and ordered a Greek Pizza to go and when it was ready, took it out to my car to enjoy it in it as I listened to a rock station on Sirius radio. It is the pandemic after all and I didn't want to eat inside the restaurant, although it offers limited indoor dining.
I ate a slice of the pie, a delicious mixture of fresh tomato slices, marinara sauce, feta cheese, onions and olives, a vegetarian's delight, as I watched the people going in and out of the eatery for the hour I was there. I didn't see anyone I recognized, although since I haven't seen any of my three children since they were minors (they're all in their thirties now) I might be hard-pressed to know them if I saw them, but they surely could recognize me and in any case no likely candidates age-wise passed through the door of the restaurant.
Leaving some uneaten as a talisman for their hoped for appearance at one of the holiday/birthday dates next month, I drove away wondering at the compassion/humanity traits these three boys-turned-men might possess or rather, not possess. That's not how I was raised by my family.
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