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| The Fabled Location |
After the debacle that was Friday and its
mega-snow storm I was prepared for a low key Saturday. Of course yesterday was the day I had to go
into work – so I had that going for me. Everything
was copacetic at work and I was struck again by how professional the employees
can be. Friday was a huge challenge but
the drivers and mechanics kept the service going through the teeth of the storm
– true heroes.
I returned home for that quiet day with my
trusty partner – Buddy the Wonder Pooch. My sister called and demanded my
presence to break the Chuck’s Steakhouse curse that has haunted us for nearly
seven years. It’s a restaurant that I’ve
driven by literally hundreds of times since I moved here and we’ve always
talked about going. Every time we
planned a stop there something has come up.
We were determined to make it this time.
We set up a meeting time and then I waited for something to happen to
prevent it.
I stayed conspicuously in the house - not
wanting to tempt fate. I started my big
cellar project by repairing some of the cracks I the concrete floor. Apparently when our son lived with us and had
his weight set down there – he wasn’t as careful as he needed to be. There were several deep gashes in the floor. Now I know why you always see mats at the weight
room. I got out the stone chisel and trimmed
out the cracks and mixed up some concrete patch.
My concrete mixology was somewhat lacking and
I ended up with a huge vat that was ten times what I was going to need. I made the repairs and then went looking for other
places needing some. I ended up throwing
away a whole lot; Buddy was less than impressed.
There was a whole lot of melting going on
outside. The temperature “soared” into
the 50’s and you could literally see the snow levels going down. That three and a half foot stake beside my
driveway which had only a couple inches showing on Friday had more than two
feet showing by the end of yesterday. It
was kind of stunning.
I made it to the appointed hour and my sister
and brother in law showed up. It would
have made more sense for them to meet me at the restaurant since they drove
right by it on their way up from Rhode Island.
However my sister needed what she called a “Buddy Fix” since she loves
my canine companion. She’s recovering
from a recent knee operation but still made the effort to see Buddy. He rewarded this devotion by almost knocking
her over a couple times – Buddy being Buddy.
We had a great time at Chuck’s which turned
out to be an excellent place to eat.
Instead of one big open area here was a series of smaller rooms and
booths with book cases and other eclectic decorations. My brother in law made the sage observation
that for a non-chain restaurant to survive since 1978 they must be doing
something right. While I enjoyed the
location the real highlight of the night was spending time with two of the
finest people drawing oxygen. Just spending
time with these two individuals did so much to cut into the aching loneliness I
experience coming home each night. Much
like my daughter last weekend. I am
blessed with my family and friends.
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