Dear Reader,
With a call-in for directions to Common Man, I had no problem finding the restaurant. The whole estabishment complex was pleasing to the eye. The old mills, I can relate to in Connecticut. My father was a loom machanic at such one mill. Remember as a child going with my mother to see my father on pay day and "her," only intrest to get his paycheck. To put it bluntly; my mother in "Paulie-talk," was a real fuck... Anyway, I can still revisit that old mill entrance. It's housing for people now. Paul and myself were well greeted by the establishment. I'm glad we came early. Table for four, in Richard and Gina with us. The staff was exellent! The meal was well prepared: I had the 10 oz cut prime rib. A girl needs her iron, ya know! The salad and veggie sides were good. Great dessert. I would go back on my own accord, once I move-up into the area. It was a fast moving hour and a half, had to go and let other's in. Did sit with Kevin for five minutes. That 55 year old guy! Seven more plow Winters for him, he's ready. First time I met Nick Westbrook. My hello's to the rest of the board member's. The rest of the known volunteers, as well. In the end, like to do this again? Lastly, I just hope the serving staff was given a fair amount in gratuities. I hope Mrs. Baker rested and ate,herself near the end. She's all business and emotional reserved, but, I love her just the same. I know she worries about an unpaid volunteerism flame-out down the road. She needs not worry about me. I have my monthly pension and FedEx transfer. Soon, I will be out of Connecticut and be among those I care for and them, for me. On that note, it's another Monday afternoon at FedEx. Bye for now.
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