I was tired (I know, what's new Spitznogle?) after work tonight. I was looking forward to catching up with my friend Kristi, but I was wishing that we were sitting on my sofa for our girl-talk session. I've had meetings after work almost every night for weeks.
As always, hanging out in the neighborhood was a blast. We met at the jazz club a few blocks from my house and across the street from the coffeehouse that I used to manage. I got there first and ran in to Joe, who owns a kick-ass Cajun restaurant just a few doors down. Joe and I got caught up on neighborhood and family news. As it turned out I knew most of the staff and customers in the club - including a man what was hosting Russian judges who were here to study our judicial system.
I had a delicious dinner, a fine Jameson and water and was reminded of why I live where I do.
My neighborhood is like Cheers - everyone knows your name.
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Honestly Nora, I don't know how you do it. I can't keep up with the hustle-bustle of rural Boone County.
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