Thursday Ramble - Last Wednesday

Last Wednesday, not yesterday, a week ago yesterday, we met up with Mitchell from Moving with Mitchell for a quick chat and lunch. We met up in his original home town, Brooklyn, New York. Those who read his blog will know he was in town to see his brother Charles (Chuck.) We were honored to have a little slice of his time, while Chuck was out bowling.

We took the subway over from Manhattan, we used the trains quite a bit on this trip, a great way to get around. The subway goes through a tunnel under the east river. Possibly one my great grandfather worked on 110 years ago, when my grandmother was a child and they moved to Brooklyn (from London.) I have been to London, I had never been to Brooklyn.

The weather was a tad inclement. Temperature in the 40's (F) and raining. When we turned the corner by Brooklyn Borough Hall, WINDY, very windy. The plan to stroll down the waterfront was scuttled, then we discovered that the best taqueria in Brooklyn has closed. Sadness, but not for long, because if you know where to look there is always great food nearby in that city. We ended up at a great burger bar. Epic burgers, amazing onion rings and a decent margarita (I was on vacation - and not driving.) When we arrived, the staff said, we aren't open yet, then noticed were were cold and wet and invited us to wait inside while they finished preparations.

We talked. We talked about life, about growing up, about family, about the loves of our lives, about moving, about happiness. And we talked, and we talked, and the next thing we knew it was 4:00 pm. Siesta time.

It was great. We had met once before, three years ago. And it was like picking up where we left off last week, except it was three years ago.

Until next time, we will see you on the blog,

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