As Boomer & I ambled from his house over to Joe’s Café for our almost daily meeting, we were greeted by a temperature of 58ºF, at least according to Boomer’s replica “Pruett’s Pig Powders” thermometer, and we could clearly tell that the sky was cloudy..
We couldn’t help but notice there was something missing from in front of the café, and we were pleased – no stretch limo. Apparently Boomer’s block worked just fine.
As we entered Joe’s and made our way to the counter, the guys were already enjoying their “Danger Bay Collectible Mugs” of organically & shade-grown, fair trade, Guatemalan-roast coffee.
“G’mornin’ Carl, Fred,” I greeted as we sat at the counter, “howyall doing?”
“Morning, Jay, Boomer,” rumbled Carl as he placed his mug on the counter, “s’bout time you guys got here, Joe’s about out of coffee!”
Josef Rusicka, poured us each a mug of his fine “elixir of the gods” to help fire up our remaining brain synapses and cause them to begin firing. Rusicka is, like many in St. Paul’s “West End,” or “West 7th” neighborhood, of Czech descent, his family having crossed the pond in 1887.
“So, we’re taking a break from Danger Bay?” Fred asked, “You’re only going to post on Fridays?”
“I like it,” Carl chimed in (as if his baritone voice could “chime”), “Where are we headed there?”
“I think we’re not done with ‘Big A’ and his antics, yet,” Boomer suggested, “and I think it’s time to get some of our namesake characters involved in the story.”
“Who do you have in mind?” Fred asked.
“Perhaps Ines,” I said, with just the hint of a sly smile, “and ‘swigs!’”
Does this strike chord with you, Gentle Reader(s)?