Fridays w/Bobby Recollected
He strongly believed in the religion of tie Weejuns!
Bobby believed staunchly in putting carrots in meatloaf, garlic in everything, the more butter the better, and salt, lots of salt! He grew up within spitting distance of Julia Child, idolized her and cast iron skillets of any and every size. He loved Hersey bars and barbeque, cowboy hats and water sports, so he said.
He believed in blue jeans and bucks, but more strongly in the religion of tie Weejuns, gray flannel slacks, crisp oxford cloth button downs, bow ties and blue blazers, always appropriate for any occassion, in his opinion. Volvos reigned supreme, no matter the model or vintage or their condition, was his conviction. He loved winter car rides filled with a mix of a little Camel smoke, a faint whiff of gasoline, worn leather seats and a hint of weed wafting through, Paul Simon or Diana Krall waxing on in the background. The P1800 hugging low and tight in the turns of the two-lane backroads between Amesbury and Exeter, mostly just quiet time together, little needed to be said, the brotherly silence understood and respected.
Friday counter lunch of chowder, coffees to go, a walk to campus for a quick stroll through their art gallery, solely to see a Picasso for free. Heading back South, Fall colors streak by, an occasional glimpse of the shimmering surface of Lake Attitash flickering through the increasingly bare trees. Carriage Town, always calm and quiet, narrow streets lined with old brick mill buildings and bisected by the Powwow River flowing under the roundabout in the center of town. Down the street’s where Bobby’d park before heading back to his office at The Amesbury News. We’d just look at each other and smile: "Nice lunch!" "Indeed!"
You nailed it ! I was there. Loved it Rich.
P.S. My first taste of roasted garlic! roasted garlic