This makes me sad.
What a difference a year makes. This empty Borders book store sits quietly among the others bustling with holiday traffic in the shopping center. And in case you are wondering, yes I do feel a touch of remorse – as the owner of both an iPad and a Kindle I am a willing accomplice to this crime, and I know I have ink on my hands.
This past week I accompanied Magpie, her Mom and her daughter to Prescott in celebration of her Mom’s 80th birthday. We had lunch at Magpie’s favorite place, the Gurley Street Grill. This is the door to the Men’s Room. (Sorry, but I don’t know if the humor goes any farther than the entrance.)
They also had some cute T-shirts for sale, and Magpie has a photo today over on her blog, In Over My Head. I love people who make me laugh!
I wonder what you think of when you hear the word ‘cafe”? For me, a cafe was a “coffee shop”. My Father used to meet his friends there every morning before work where he would catch up on the town gossip. On Saturday mornings I got to go with him and have a soda and play the pinball machine. The waitress knew my name. Dad always gave me a nickel to put in the jukebox, and I almost always walked out of there with some piece of candy.
Magpie says she remembers this place as a bar when she was in high school. Not that she ever frequented it or anything 🙂
This restaurant is opening in the spot formerly occupied by one of our favorite Italian restaurants which closed over a year ago. It wasn’t open yet when we stopped by over the weekend to check it out. We’re not the boot scootin’ type, but hopefully the food will be good. The menu that we saw didn’t exactly knock our spurs off.
From my trip to the Midwest. Also called Brick Art by my blogger friend, Ramblin’ Kathy.
Actually, I was beside myself with Magpie who dragged me kicking and screaming into it so she could see all the pretty labels. You gotta watch out. That girl will get you in trouble. She’s a wild one.
(I probably shouldn’t do two liquor themed posts in a row lest you think I’m a lush, but what the hey? To know me is to love me.)