College Hill Breakfast Club

Breafast at Tiffany's? How about Louies' over on Brooke Street? Tuesdays at nine these days, with sessions that last well past ten and sometimes later. Usually Sean and John. And then a cast of several more. Phil, the Keiths, Gerry. And Sally shows up often in the but for her nearly all boys club. The coffee is truly terrible. The rest is fine. The service is familiar. The music classical and the zeitgeist completely unpretentious. Despite lackluster food, the place grows on you. I am now a regular. Last week I invited several new people to come, and none of the regulars showed up except for myself and the two Wheeler School parents I met the weekend before at a fundraising event. "Come to breakfast with Sean" who they know well and obviously liked. It felt like a bait and switch manuever when neither Sean nor John arrived. It was my very own breakfast table at Louies this day. Sally came near the end. I hope they will return.

2008 The More Things Change...

Is is possible that nearly a year's gone by, and there are no new blog entries? I think not. I have written several which have disappeared. So much remains unchanged, however, that it would appear that Time for Change has stalled. Am I in living limbo? It seems possible. No work; no opportunities; no direction home--"like a complete unknown." I am baffled entirely. It is as though there is a governor that checks my speed, an evil damper that throttles my ability to find happiness or achieve security. Not endorsing theories that accept any exogenous control, the God within me, in other words my own spirit, must be responsible for the stress and frustration which characterize my fifties. I have to take charge of my life, living among so much opportunity. In a life we can only live once, this limbo must now come to an end; change, new direction, full immersion are needed. There is no such thing as "time to spare" or waste. Imagine, if it works out that there is time to reflect, looking back at 'the end' to review what all this will have turned out to be in the context of this one privileged life. Drifting. Absorbing, hopefully, and moving on to process what I have learned. Who knows?