Hair did...hangover gone...and it's Saturday Whee!!!
Subject: Greetings from Dallas & This Week at Vancity Theatre: Oscar Shorts | Rebelle (War Witch) | Sound City | Flower Drum Song | Rocksteady: The Roots of Reggae | Funny Face
Hi Ski and Rain Man!
Do you miss us? We spit on Sint Maarten now that we are ensconced in Luxury, Sheer Luxury at the Dallas Deluxe! Put that in your blog and smoke it, Yoga Guru/Kayak Woman! Furthermore, I trust your speech patterns have returned to normalage and that Rain Man is strutting around campus like a fop/dandy in his new wardrobe, purloined from his unsuspecting, trusting guest!
Spent a fascinating afternoon, after Randall collected us from DFW. Dropped our luggage back home and then to a bookstore to buy Cormac McCarthy's Suttree, ([Of No Country for Old Men fame, in case you are not familiar with his oeuvre], my Book Club's latest selezzione), and then to Jimmy's Food Store, a remarkable Italian deli, and more, much more, not far from their place, where Gander enjoyed a 6" Italian Stallion, (Mortadella, Capicola, Sopressata, Pepperoni, Provolone, Porketta, Coppa, Mozzarella, Prosciutto, topped with a hot red pepper/pesto sauce), Coramandel a huge and delicious Caprese Salad with a side order of two meatballs, while I opted for Prosciutto Panino, 6” Bun with Prosciutto, Fresh Mozzarella, Tomato, Olive Oil and Basil, all washed down with a bottle of Morgante, Sicilia, 2010 Nero D'Avola, 14.5%. Gander Man was more than impressed with this varietal so I picked up another bottle, along with a Colosi, Sicilia, 2010 Nero D'Avola, 14%, so that Ruth could be introduced to this full-bodied red.
The store had a simply stunning meat/cheese counter, along with fresh and frozen pasta of all kinds. Aisles of imported Italian foodstuffs, canned, bottled and dried. They make their own sausages and we counted at least twelve people working behind the deli counters, grinding meat, cutting slicing and stirring. I think they stock wine from every major region in Italy so the array is rather overwhelming, to say the least. The fact that you can buy what you'd like to have with your meal, consume it there without any corkagefee makes it even more civilized, of course.
Pleased as punch and nicely buzzed, we took the short ride downtown to The Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, (jfk.org), which "chronicles the assassination and legacy of President John F. Kennedy; interprets the Dealey Plaza National Historic Landmark District and the John F. Kennedy Memorial Plaza; and presents contemporary culture within the context of presidential history." We had visited the museum before we left for St Martin but it was so busy we decided to try again upon our return. Very pleased we did so as it is well worth seeing the site which set off such an incredible series of events in both US and world history. I could have spent even more time scrutinizing the well presented, (but not overwhelmong), exhibits but Coriandre and Gander have much shorter attention spans so around 4:30pm we made for The Montane, the apartmento building where we reside on the 6th floor, taking, not the Service Elevator, but the Private Residential Car, (not unending steps to the Fourth Floor of the AUC dorm), to our own lobby leading into the opulent eyrie in the sky, overlooking downtown Dallas, to be greeted by two of the most adorable rescue pooches one has ever encountered, Cassie and Mad Max, who proceeded to love us to death.
Gander put a chicken on to roast, surrounded by kartofellage, carrotin, oniones and zucchini which CoraLeeta had readied while I repaired to or bedroom to read Suttree. After but a page, I dropped off, tired from the early start, (up at 3:40am to be ready to leave hotel by 4:15am for taxi ride to airport), and enjoyed almost an hour and a half of power nappage! Wonderfully refreshed I showered and joined the others. Ruth was home from work by then and she offered up a Stag's Leap, Napa, 2010 Chardonnay, 14.1%, (from one of the two wine fridges), and we toasted our safe arrival in Dallas and desperate escape from shaking it rough, (doing hard time), at the AUC maximum security compound.
Off to the Museum of Modern Art and The Kimball Art Museum, both in Fort Worth, about 45 minutes away. Temperature is 65F so Cora Lee will be wearing her wooly socks! Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio!
Pics: Jimmy's; rooftop sculpture passed leaving downtown Dallas; Chicken Man at work!
PS: Not sure if I forwarded VIFF newsletter or not. See Rebelle!
Hi You don't miss a beat! Wow, so far Dallas sounds incredible after the AUC compound.
We are now heading out to Kayak and then tonight we are going to watch Love Actually at the university.
Then we are going to go hunt for the "Barefoot" vino! I know you are envious!
We miss you and Cora Lee. I loved your visit! Let's do it again somewhere in the world soon!
Enjoy Dallas, the food, the 16.1% wine and the entertainment!
Adios Amigo Rhoda
Hi PATRICK
we decide to cancelled the fecebook for more then one reason ciao joe
TWO WOLVES
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes
on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.
"One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false
pride, superiority, and ego.
"The other is Good - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity,
humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth,
compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his
grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Hi All, Enjoying Dallas. Receive an email from Monica Bender who wants to contact Henning. She is living in Greece and has a 20 yr. old son. Laura could you send me Hennings email? When was Laura in LA? Love Nana
Nothing is so firmly believed as what is least known. -Michel de Montaigne, essayist (1533-1592)
Nothing is so firmly believed as what is least known. -Michel de Montaigne, essayist (1533-1592)
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