My dear friend Ramon and I enjoyed a shady outdoor breakfast on the deck of The Gallery Cafe in Spring Hill, TN this morning. We talked about life and friendships and many other deep things. Basically, we solved most of the problems of the world this morning.
THE BREAKFAST: Wow! Delicious "light as a feather" omelete with tomato, cheese and mushrooms. Fresh fruit and superb coffee served up in a very unique titanium cup and saucer. The cafe features local artists work throughout and features an artist as they work during the weekend evenings. They serve breakfast, lunch and dinner with a french flair. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
Ratings 1-5 (5 is best)
Food - 5
Service - 5
Ambience - 5+
Price - 5
Overall - 5
Ramon read a recent journal entry at our In Vino Veritas meeting (sort of my version of C.S. Lewis inklings) in May and I begged him to let me include it in this blog.
Here it is unedited, untitled as if you were peeking in his journal...
"I have these two plastic sticks which serve as fences in the grocery line. They clearly define what I've chosen and what I will pay for. I did not choose barbecue pork rinds--they are yours. For the person behind me I put my fence down as a way of saying Don't crowd my stuff and in case anyone is looking the case of Coor's Lite is not mine. I have coralled my choices.
But when I get to the cashier I find there are items in my collection I did not choose. Difficult and painful things I did not select. Stressors I did not, do not want. I had no Buy 1--Get 1 Free coupon for some of this crap. I don't want it. I did not pluck it from the shelf and put it in my cart. However, it is mine. It is not the life of the lady in front of me; it is not the life of the guy behind me. It's mine. God, help me pay cost of these things I did not choose. Help me carry these bags I did not want."























