#4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, used to work here. The other day, I was with her in Louisville, Kentucky, and we dropped in for a cuppa. There was nobody there who remembered her, and the same old regulars didn’t recognize her. It was kinda…
Tag: memories
My late friend Jane’s late father was a colorful man. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. But colorful. For instance, if something went well, or if he wanted to accuse someone of being a slippery character, this (warning: not refined) was…
We meet once a month on Frankfort Avenue for Janie Day. My late friend Jane’s brother, some of her friends, and I meet for lunch in memory of her, always on Frankfort Avenue, because it’s packed with interesting places. Lots of doors to photograph. These…
