Monday, May 08, 2006

Java Joe's Next Generation and the rest of Sunday


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Sunday, May 7 was Java Joe's official grand opening.  A gospel group, Voices of Clouds, performed.  Here's Joe's father, with John disappearing into the cafe to get some coffee.


It was a perfect spring day, although a little cool for plant buying. So we arrived at 9, because Joe

asked us to get there early. The mayor wasn't coming until 9:30. That was fine, since it gave us time to watch the band set up and to hang out.

Mayor Duffy had already been to two events by the time he showed at Joe's at 9:30 and he was remarkably energetic. He stayed for quite a while before he had to go to his next gig. Hard work on a Sunday morning. Here he is with Charlie Reaves, Dana Miller, Joe and Maria.

And of course he schmoozed with Joe's father.


JudieLynn McAvinney came by with her two new dogs and they were well-photographed. Josanne and Charlie look as though they are ready to adopt.

Jordan had a crepe with Nutella and fruit.
Margaret was hard at work, first on juice, then as barista (this is a good skill to have before going off to college, Margaret).

John had a few cups of coffee and then went shopping for a birthday present for Lucinda.

I thought she'd be horrified despite her love of poodles. But she loved it. The new pet is named Chanelope (rhymes with Penelope) and will last forever, according to the woman John bought it from. This is one of the many advantages of a dog topiary over a real dog.

We finally dragged ourselves away and went to The Gables to meet the new resident director. After that, we visited Sara in her new home, a Victorian house on Rowley Street with great light and high ceilings. Then we went to Highland Park before is it contaminated by the annual Lilac Festival booths and crowds. The magnolias were almost over. I'd never noticed the yellow one before. Some of the pink ones were enormous.


The lilacs are worth the visit. There are 1200 or so of them. Here is John, hiding in a giant pale purple bush.



It was a close-to-perfect Sunday. At 7 we went to the Dryden to see A Night at the Opera which I hadn't seen in decades.
Subversive, anarchistic. No wonder they had revival success in the late Sixties.

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