Infiltration

Went to the old Paisley Violin, which is become Third Space - no clue.

The DJ was cookin'. Plenty of shots. The recycled steel sculpture removed.

Good talk with some IT fellows about rehabbing Grand Avenue. Going on for years.

All a blur... about the time of going to Lux because I recall one of the baristas moved.

She was working at a place near Polk and Paisley was nearby, north of her. Odd venue.

Simply cleared of whatever fixtures of the former shop space, not done over at all.

Never any business at Paisley; they went to a wine bar approach subsequently.

They did that First Friday thing. How'd you like to depend on one night a month?!!

Last night was last Friday. Not much business yet tough finding parking spot.

You think, amidst all the raving sort of locations, something going on elsewhere?

Brief conversation with fellow, his face dissected. Squamous cell carcinoma, ear.

Round one was observing movie on TV. Silly swamp thing... "Is this a zombie affair?"

He said he was a zombie. I told him it looked like nice work. (Just discharged.)

Went back. Said I worked for anesthesiologists and saw lots of flaps. Reconstruction.

He was somewhat nonplussed. All I could do was make a joke as Rod Stewart wailed.
"Some friends are going to see Stewart. Comments concern who's in wheelchairs -
him or us. They just keep going and going." Put my tea down and left. Went home.
No; went to Winco. Then home. Fixed dinner. Continued Truscott's memoirs.