This week, at the August meeting of the Huff +1 lunch club, we tried to collectively recall, just how long we have been gathering for these luncheons. We each threw out a possible number, settling on somewhere between 4 and 8 years.
Here we are at The Russell on main in Kansas City. I realized there has not ever, in the (however long) history of the lunch club, been a black and white photo of our group. Clearly an omission on my part. We had another enjoyable lunch with delightful conversation including the DNC, how it is that someone breaks into our homes at night and hides things from us, and the resiliency (or lack thereof) of humans when faced with hard things. A few podcast and book recommendations were shared, and Marti as always, amazed us with her knowledge of all things past and contemporary.
After a review of the photo archives, I was able to find this photo from May 16th 2014. It may be that this was our first lunch, actually, the more I think about it, I am certain it was. Mom had died in February and it was at this lunch that I was officially "adopted" into the Huff family, after successfully completing all the application forms.
As I reviewed my old planners, I realized that it was not until 2019 that we began to get really serious about getting something on the books monthly. Whoever decided that gets a medal, a badge, and a certificate. My friend Marti Huff brings something into my life that I can't get anywhere else. Don't ask me to identify exactly what "it" is. I can not. It's an experiential richness that can't be named. I'll leave it at that.
If you go to The Russell in Kansas City, be warned it's loud inside... that said, the food is good, the seats are comfortable, and the carrot cake is out of this world and one slice will feed a party of four.
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