Friday on the Town

Because I worked at home all day, diligently in front of the computer, I took Steve up on his invitation to join him and his friend John H. for a beer at the People RepubliK in Cambridge. This would probably make the old comrades sit up and smile when they saw the outside, but cough up a hairball or two when they get inside. Although it's very pubby working class in terms of the design ambiance, the crowd was not. When we left, it had filled with Cantabrigian start up company youngsters, and no, we weren't the oldest in the place but we came close. The aging hippies at the bar took age honors, but the aging hippies in the corner (Steve and John) weren't far behind. We won the ponytail contest because John is still flying that particular hippie freak flag .

Then we walked up Mass Ave to an Eitrian restaurant where we had a great platter of Ethiopian food served up on injera bread. The injera was spongier than I thought it would be, sort of like a thick dosa, but good, with a sour fermented kind of leavened flavor. And then back to the car in the rain where I got really wet. We're hosting a mother and daughter from Oakland, via friends at the church out there, as the daughter returns for her sophmore year at P.A. They're nice, but almost as importantly they are motivating us to clean the basement - which Jonathan left in some disarray. Cousin Kate takes up a short term residence later in October when she's in the area for her internship at a Southern New Hampshire hospital. So many comings and goings at 63 this fall. All to the good, all to the good.