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Where the streets have no name

High on the desert plane, the travelers encountered poison rain, blindingly beating down on us, blindingly driving. Gimme shelter. Come on she said, I’ll give you shelter from the storm.Janice, Jagger Van and Dylan eased us down. And then we reached Omaha. Not much was going on:Undeterred, the boys took a quiet nap and then prepared to smarten themselves up for their public. Evidently, there is a conspiracy of shower-makers hereabouts. As AI is to an IQ test, this took things to a different level from Gateway.Press the wrong button and you might experience an unwanted anatomical thermal contrast. However, here at least you were warned.At least there was no discussion of a faucet.

Off we went through the wide empty streets of Omaha to the fashionably hip Grey Plume.

Where was everyone?

Our server, Chelsea seemed perplexed: was she dealing with a couple of lunatics or were they just foreign? She warmed to the task when the exquisitely prepared fish was servedand the Barolo began to open up.Despite her understated charm, Chelsea’s real gift was in instructing us how to remove the flower from the fish eye socket, scrape away the suboccular skin and reveal the delicate cheek meat. That’ll teach Blair, the thinking man’s piscatorian.Cheek presented after an off-site beheading and dissection . I’ll never feel guilty eating meat again!

Just kidding, the fish and the garnishing was fabulous and we were lucky to be joined by Chef Clayton and Chelsea for a fond farewell.Back to the hotel and the boys meet barman Jake, who turns out to be a buddy of Clayton, and ask for a couple of limoncellos. This catches the attention of Geraldine, sitting at an adjacent table with Mark. Lawyers in love .

Geraldine is a woman of complex background and many talents. From a Swiss Italian (Lugano) home this British Irish FitzGerald ( big G) name donor to her daughter (while she goes by the decidedly Anglo Sutcliffe) is an active lawyer and maker of Limoncello in … Rochester , Minnesota.

There was harmonic convergence on politics with Mark and Geraldine as we discussed passport back up strategies, performance art, Brexit and Blair and the midterms. They are off to see Yo Yo Ma and an Italian in Algiers ( well , in Santa Fe). A hug and we all promised to keep in touch.Could this be him – ahead of me in Berkley?

8 thoughts on “Where the streets have no name

  1. Why had everyone left The city of Omaha is “ Trump “coming into Town ???

    1. No this is his work day

  2. I bet that the Ferrari does not have any Truck issues to deal with

  3. Incidentally how was the shower ?? It had the controls of a space ship.

    1. Magic! Best not stand near it when you turn it on!

  4. Is Garret , feeling the cold wearing his leather jacket ? You Ian , just in your shirt

    1. He was a bit under the weather – U2 has revived him today

  5. Fish looked amazing! Love the white shirt with the swater- very Rome like!!

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