What’s for Lunch?
The Wallingford Community Senior Center serves lunch for all comers on Tuesdays from 11:30 – 1 PM. It’s tasty and affordable.
Margaret Goodman will greet you with a printed menu where you mark your choices. She says she’s been working at the lunch “Forever!”.
Click for menu close-up. Highlights are the Daily Special for $4.50 which includes salad, slaw or fruit, Homemade Soup for $2.25, Burgers for $3.25, custom Sandwiches for $2.50, and the ever-popular Root Beer Float splurge for …
Grab It, It’s Free!
Reminded me of all the things I’ve put out, and also picked up around the neighborhood. What was the best thing you’ve ever put out or picked up?
Right after we moved in we realized the coffee table didn’t fit the living room and, being exhausted, left it out at the curb with a “Free” sign. It was gone within 10 minutes. The best thing I’ve picked up is a beautiful, brass Ethan Allan lamp in great condition, which must have cost several …
Art Stuck on Poles
“First we look at the hills in the painting,
Then we look at the painting in the hills.”
– Li Liweng, 17th century
On 45th Street. I consider this street art. Some may call it graffiti.
The badge says “Hello My Name Is Douchebag Californian”. Near Paper Delights.
Beneath the poster of Japanese manga warrior babe, the badge says “Hello My Name Is Oops I’m Sorry”. Near Harold’s Lighting.
Tree shrine. Chalkboard reads “I want to make world peace. I want to make 20 people feel loved today. I hope to turn into a Dinosaur today. My mom was wrong, …
The Low-Down on “Get Low”
To Fresh, or Not To Fresh?
I happen to be one of those oddballs who goes to the grocery store every day, on foot (okay, sometimes more than once). I only buy the ingredients for the next meal or from a small list of essentials that need restocking. Does this behavior make me a chump living in the world’s most high-tech town? Should I summon that attractive light-green truck …
One Good Deed Deserves Another, And Another . . .
I was in Starbucks the other day (I admit, I do go to Starbucks) and overheard the woman in line behind me saying she wanted an iced coffee, so I gave her my “treat receipt”. I didn’t need mine. Earlier that same day I noticed some large opened safety pins on the sidewalk which instantly set off my “mommy radar” with a vision of them being stepped on by small barefoot feet so I promptly, and carefully, picked them up and threw them in the trash.
Not to glorify myself, but both acts got me thinking about the tiny, not …