This afternoon, after several false starts ('okay, who's driving?  No, we have to wait, my mother's getting her nails done.  Do you want to drive?  Will you meet us thee?  Look, I don't see why we can't all drive together....') we finally did manage to meet at the intersection of Fayette street and Broadway, just a little south of The Johns Hopkins Hospital, at the Jose Marti Memorial.  Our Social Media friend Samad was there with a camera worth more that I make in a week.  As Samad shot the statue, and the women, and the roses, I managed to hover over his shoulder, providing the off-camera narrative.  In the end, it was a sweet, touching, dignified tribute.  I am sure that we all have someone, or something in our lives that deserves our reverence and tribute.  I was most pleased to have been there today.

Meanwhile back at the Kitchen, Alan and Jesse worked on some delightful specialties for the weekend and the Happy Hour Celebration menus.   Marta took Martha and Inez home, and returned to help plan out the weekend.

It was a most pleasant day.