Gail did our taxes, and that means I take her out to dinner at a place of her choice. There's a new Mexican restaurant in Trumansburg and not only have we not been to it, but we hadn't been to Tburg yet this year.
I parked on Main St across from El Amigo, in a space we used to go to hear great local music. While I waited to cross, I wondered who all we'd run into. The first familiar face was a young one, a student who is helping her grandmother with the restaurant who let out an exuberant, "Meeeester Joe!" Her make up was perfect.
The food was fantastic, and a parade of Tburgers we were thrilled to see came through the door and chatted briefly. They'd come from some music-and-snacks event down the street. When it came time to pay, I had a moment of thinking I hadn't brought any money or a card, and wished I'd cashed the retro paycheck I got last week on the way. But when I reached into my pocket I had three 20s and a ten.
We walked into Sundries and right away I saw several familiar faces, and saw/heard our neighbor, Hank Roberts, playing cello. When I caught his eye, he broke out into a grin. Then I saw who was playing with him, and my grin got a lot bigger. Ti Ti Chickapea first played, to my knowledge, as a backing band for Jenny Stearns in the '90s. They put out one CD and backed Kevin Kinsella on a reggae CD of his songs. They do about one or two gigs a decade on their own. What a treat to stumble upon it when so many good friends are there as well.
This vacation had me feeling good again. And this story has already been told.
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