Six Feet Under
I went to Six Feet Under yesterday afternoon to celebrate a co-worker’s birthday. It was a great day to be out and about (unlike today) and the view from the restaraunt was fabulous. Sun-dappled masoleums across the street at Oakland Cemetery, beer paraphenalia and nostalgia inside and good company.
I partook of Fish and Chips (which were American chips and not French Fries) and thanked myself for it. Eschewing tartar in favor of malt vinegar, I left Six Feet Under a full and happy man. Other than some rude behavior in the parking lot (someone else, not my party), it was a wonderful afternoon.
Next time, I’m making an afternoon of it and strolling through the cemetery after lunch.

Lindbergh Plaza began. Now that the Mickey D’s (and every thing else) is gone …. I have to head down Chesire Bridge to get my Egg McMuffin fix in the morning.

