The Present in History

(I had this experience back in May 7,  2016.  Just discovered it in my notes)

“Anything else for you? Okeedokee. If you need anything you be sure to let me know, ok?” The waitress made comments and asked questions at all the tables throughout the historic wooden stable room-turned dining area.

I watched her and the other diners, while I soaked up the clatter of plates being cleared off tables, feet thudding across the ancient wooden floors, voices and laughter drifting over from the different booths and tables in the Spread Eagle Tavern and Inn. I imagined hearing Lincoln’s voice chatting with people inside the inn proper, on his way to be president of the United States.

“Did you save room for dessert?” asked the waitress at one of the booths that used to be stables for horses underneath the hay loft.

A Stake in Fun

This is from a diary note from June 7, 2014, while we were in Wichita, Kansas. I never published it because a lot of things were going on back then.  I think I was waiting for a plane to California to see my Dad, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer, but has since been in un-looked for remission!

 

Boisterous country music,

rivers of voices bouncing off the walls,

around, back, forth, deafening,

murmuring, laughs, words,

conversations, peanut shells

cracking, dropping on the floor,

pans and dishes clanging, silver

ware clinking, cooking clatters,

strong scents of peanuts, hot

breads, grilled steaks, all

at the Texas Steakhouse in Wichita, Kansas