Walkin’ Around Checkin’ Stuff Out. #52
Flowers in October.
It’s October and the flowers are still out, the lawns still need to be mowed, and old dudes are gonna be out there in shorts and t-shirts.
On a break.
I saw this postal carrier kickin’ it reading a book on his break. I appreciate his dedication to the red, white and blue U.S. Postal Service color scheme.
Norton Commando.
There’s a dude that stops at the coffee shop on this cool old Norton. On the weekends I’ll see him all over town on that thing. He’s got a bit of a smile and a relaxed ride style that says no one is having more fun than he is cruising around town on an old vintage bike. I’m not gonna argue with that.
Puppy!
Saw this little fur-ball hanging out at the coffee shop…barely a few months old and loving life.
Brit’s Pub.
Just a block away from the best Irish bar in town is a great British pub. Old dudes kickin’ it at the bar trying to beat the rookie crowd in suits that will take the place over at 5:00. I bet that dude has been coming here for decades and earned a spot at the end of the bar (hopefully) with his name on it.
Dune buggy.
This thing rolled-up in front of the coffee shop and instantly made every Audi and Porsche look like a booger.
Besides being fun…which most cars aren’t these days, I love the simplicity…which no cars are these days.
Picnic/Sushi by Baaska.
Picnic does a cool thing where they bring in outside chefs for a night. Love this idea, especially when it’s sushi, and damn good sushi at that. Would love to see this guy get his own place soon.
I’d love to see more kitchens do this kind of thing where they bring in chefs that don’t yet have their own places. These are chefs in their creative prime…figuring it out, trying new things and shooting for the ideal version of what food can be.
I love watching the action in a kitchen. Blows my mind how they coordinate all the stuff that needs to get done when I can barely coordinate the timing on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Flowers left for someone.
I noticed someone left a bouquet of flowers on one of the benches around the lake. There’s even a card addressed to someone. Who? An old girlfriend? A missed-connection seen at that spot? I guess I could have read the note, but that didn’t feel right. For the record, the flowers and the note are still there…untouched.