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The plane was about 40 minutes late, but I think I'd rather be a little late than crashed. I've learned that as long as I'm on time, the rest of the industry can do the hurrying and the worrying for me.
Uncle Graham was there at the airport with Dad, waiting for me, and his wife Mary Ellen will be here tomorrow before they fly out to New York. Graham's cool - five years older than Dad, but he wears his years a little lighter than Dad, I think.
The six of us had dinner at Paulo and Bill's, a restaurant that Mom and Dad and I frequented while I lived here (apparently a couple of the waiters still ask about me, now a year plus later). The food there is excellent, and if they let our water glasses empty a couple of times, they were so nice about refilling them - available, instead of hiding in the back room or something. Service, for me, isn't always about having everything on the table perfect - it's sometimes about the smile on our waitress' face.
Dinner was awesome. They serve family size platters there, and as I expected, the bread and salad were excellent, and the veal parmigiana and the shrimp/crab cake orchietta that we split were superb. I had dessert, of course, an eggless custard whose name I can't remember,but the taste is still lingering the next day.
Mom says she wants to figure out how to make it. I want the recipe when she's done.
Post dinner, Grandpa had brought a couple of videos with him - one was the family reunion in Berkeley eleven years ago. Dru and I were in and out of the camera, and I was still in my shy stage, but Dru never went through that. <g> It sure was funny to hear him play narrator - he was all of fourteen, and had this high, squeaky little voice! And then Graham started imitating it, and I was on the floor!
The other video was a tape that the University of Alaska had made from some of the 16mm film grandpa had shot while he was up there from 1935 to 1936 or so, at the University of Alaska (the first year it was the UofA, and not the Alaskan School of Agriculture and Mines. He had some beautiful shots of Anchorage and Fairbanks, and even a little footage of Wiley Post and Will Rogers right before they took off on their last flight. Neat stuff.
Today was nice and relaxed - breakfast, and then the boys went off to play golf, and Mom and I made earrings while Grandma watched. I just turned the grill on (and nearly burnt my eyebrows off - I know I did a good job) so I'll need to actually cook now. (Cook! Wohoo!)
Uncle Graham was there at the airport with Dad, waiting for me, and his wife Mary Ellen will be here tomorrow before they fly out to New York. Graham's cool - five years older than Dad, but he wears his years a little lighter than Dad, I think.
The six of us had dinner at Paulo and Bill's, a restaurant that Mom and Dad and I frequented while I lived here (apparently a couple of the waiters still ask about me, now a year plus later). The food there is excellent, and if they let our water glasses empty a couple of times, they were so nice about refilling them - available, instead of hiding in the back room or something. Service, for me, isn't always about having everything on the table perfect - it's sometimes about the smile on our waitress' face.
Dinner was awesome. They serve family size platters there, and as I expected, the bread and salad were excellent, and the veal parmigiana and the shrimp/crab cake orchietta that we split were superb. I had dessert, of course, an eggless custard whose name I can't remember,but the taste is still lingering the next day.
Mom says she wants to figure out how to make it. I want the recipe when she's done.
Post dinner, Grandpa had brought a couple of videos with him - one was the family reunion in Berkeley eleven years ago. Dru and I were in and out of the camera, and I was still in my shy stage, but Dru never went through that. <g> It sure was funny to hear him play narrator - he was all of fourteen, and had this high, squeaky little voice! And then Graham started imitating it, and I was on the floor!
The other video was a tape that the University of Alaska had made from some of the 16mm film grandpa had shot while he was up there from 1935 to 1936 or so, at the University of Alaska (the first year it was the UofA, and not the Alaskan School of Agriculture and Mines. He had some beautiful shots of Anchorage and Fairbanks, and even a little footage of Wiley Post and Will Rogers right before they took off on their last flight. Neat stuff.
Today was nice and relaxed - breakfast, and then the boys went off to play golf, and Mom and I made earrings while Grandma watched. I just turned the grill on (and nearly burnt my eyebrows off - I know I did a good job) so I'll need to actually cook now. (Cook! Wohoo!)
