View from the Window
Remember yesterday I grumbled because we were enticed to sit and eat in the window at a restaurant in Acworth? We were tempted but declined.
Well yesterday evening we were not given a choice. We went to Ephraim’s on the Square and the hostess took us directly to the table in the window for people walking by on the sidewalk could see us dine. Boy, we must be pretty!
But it is a give and take situation. We could look at them also. And look at beautiful Glover Park (above) on the other side of the street… and the speculate if the lady UPS driving picking up around the Square and loading up her truck was Indian or Asian.
Remember the scene above; it will play in this post again.
After we had barbecue salads and was finishing up the hostess brought back two women for the table across from us, also in the window. I told Anna, “Our replacements have arrived.”
We went across the street to stake out a spot to watch the concert for the evening. Billed was The Mustangs. I don’t know if we were to think of a bunch of wild horses or a bunch of Shriner Mustang convertibles or what.
It was a good music making group. They had plenty of beat…. I think they had some age on them, so all that time paid off, they were good, or at least we thought so.
We ran into a bunch of Good old boys, such as Monty, Paul, Arnold, Melvin, and Tillman. We sat fairly close to them.
A man preaching to no one listening. He had a sandwich board sign that you used to see in cartoons in a lot and as a matter of fact, you can still see that kind of one on one advertising on Barrett Parkway.
The preacher found his soap box in small Life College Gazebo and preached loudly and clearly to no one. No one was paying him any attention – but me who took his picture.
Now, remember the top picture of us looking out the window. In the background of the second preacher picture you can see the window we were looking out at.
One of his messages was this: “Love thy neighbor but that don’t mean you can fornicate with your neighbor!” I guess that is plain and direct enough.
Later he told the non listening audience as he was exiting that he was going to the Farmer’s Market in the morning to give the people the message.
He reminded me of the same park 60 years ago. We used to cut through the park to go to the Strand Theater and there was almost always a preacher preaching to no one or to a several drunks sitting on a bench passing the brown paper sack around. That was back in Cobb County dry days.
Also, the guest of honor of the last Good Old People Eating Meeting, Mrs. Howell at the concert. I asked her did she she her picture on Chicken Fat. She said the hadn't got around to it yet. Well, not everybody is attached to their computer like I am. I have to accept that.
I noticed the Cobb Theater lit up again. The last time the Cobb Theater was lit up it was the 3 Bears Café. Now it is the North Park Bistro. I heard it was haunted. Sho ‘nuff.