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Monday, August 9, 2010
Following The Meandering Path
For example, last Saturday before going to the 1964 Tribute concert the kids and I were walking around Sundance Square in Fort Worth looking for a place to eat. We wanted something kind of casual and easy going so we ended up skipping by a lot of places that seemed too hip and happening.
I finally stopped at Razzoo's. On the way in, I asked the guy at the door if there was a wait. "How many?" he asked. "Three," I replied. "About 30 minutes". That was too long so we bailed and walked across the street.
On the corner of 3rd and Houston I spied a quaint little place called Sammy's Pizza. As we got in line we were greeted by a friendly guy who gladly helped us place our orders with a clever smile and a cheeriness that subtly snuck out and captured the patronage so that the whole place became cozy. My youngest offspring ordered "spaghetti with butter" which forced him to yell at the cook in Italian and it cracked me up. Once again, my spontaneous instincts paid off.
At the show we sat next to an older retired couple and I started chatting with the woman. She was telling me how her husband saw the Beatles in Germany when they were called The Silver Beatles. We got to talking about our favorite places to watch live music and she told me about the Meyerson in Dallas. I've now lived in the DFW area for about 19 years and I've never been to the Meyerson.
This, of course, forced me to look for Meyerson events and I've found one; although the timing is a bit bad. It's called "An Evening with Pink Martini". This song made me sentimental and weepy. It made me want to "rest my head upon the grass and listen to it grow".