“Clang clang clang went the trolley…” 🚃 Dick’s not quite old enough to remember riding the trolleys in Sacramento when they used to run all over Sacramento (they were in use from 1895–1947, according to William Burg’s good book, “Sacramento Streetcars”). But he loves sitting in a reproduction of one at the Old Spaghetti Factory on a fiercely rainy night.
We well know that a little bit of pasta and minestrone soup helps with the healing!
This makes me smile… how old-fashioned/old folkish/plain old corny to eat at a chain restaurant that Dick loves and go home bearing containers with our initials on them. Our foodie friends no doubt would point us to other pasta places. And yet… what a bit of sweetness to see those containers with the familiar logo snuggled together in the fridge, the angel hair topped with meat and Mizithra sauces inside portents of meals to come.
For a moment last month I thought we might never be an “us” again. Yet here we are. So much sweetness on these cold, wet winter days. So much warmth.