Well, the Bills play tonight, which throws the rest of the weekend into disarray. What to do Sunday? Or Saturday, with no tailgating preparation? Do we just sit around, staring at our hands? No! We are more resourceful than that, our ancestors ate gravel for breakfast, we can forget ahead and find something worth talking about 20 years from now… Like coming down to Hawley’s for a nosh and a sup, play a round of darts, a board game or two.
“Playing the Pipes”
This morning in Dingle, the clouds
bellied down over the mountains
and broke into grey, white, and blue.
Winds flagged through the palm trees
that the man from the “Big House”
brought back to the bay long ago.
Up Greene Street, the school kids
in their dark uniforms gather
on the sidewalk by the Spar store.
Long ago, this was a Spanish town,
east of the Blasket Islands and west of
Connor Pass. The harbor is full of sails.
The piper sits in his little shop
on the rounding road, selling penny
whistles, telling anyone who will listen
how many ways there are
to vary the sound, how much
there is to think of all at once.
–Joyce Sutphen
No food specials this weekend, kitchen is getting over a cold so we have some prep catching up to do—but that means we’ll be slinging some snacks and samples all weekend as we plan for the next few week’s offerings.
