I got back Saturday night from my trip to Ohio for my aunt’s funeral. Nobody likes funerals of course, nor the deaths of loved ones. But one of the things you learn while mourning a relative who has died is how many of them have not.
So after a few days I was happy. Happy that I got to visit with Sarah and Don’s other kids Didi, Donna and Brian again. Happy that I saw Shari, Rey and their family. I learned that Shari’s daughter reads this blog regularly but doesn’t post. Don’t lurk; your opinions can’t be any more biased and ill-informed than my own!
Happy of course to see my mom and dad and brother Tim. Happy to see my cousin Patty again. We used to be really close as kids, but I’d never met her husband Hank or her daughter. Happy to see my other uncle, Bill, who I see something like once every ten years.
Happy to meet my cousin John, whom I have to admit I wasn’t even aware of. Great guy, and his lovely wife Denise, too. He’s exactly my age but has exactly eight more grandchildren than I do (which is zero).
Shari and I had planned to step in at Andy’s joint, the Literary Cafe, on Friday night, and I was very happy that she invited everyone to come along. Also there were Vern Morrison along with Carol Kerslake. Earlier in the week I was happy to meet up with Anthony Cartouche and Greg Finn.
Around midnight Saturday all the people I knew cleared out, but I hung around and was happy to make some new friends. So a shout out to Evelyn, who managed to get a rare dance out of me (and learned in the process why I don’t go dancing); and to Tom, owner of Le Petit Triangle Cafe, a small triangular restaurant on Fulton Rd. in Ohio City. On his invitation I went there for brunch before hitting the highway on Saturday, and it gets a lot of stars in my own personal rating book.
You guys are making me miss Cleveland!