This week marked the first 2023 lunch gathering with Marti Huff, my favorite nonagenarian. We met in Lawrence at Merchants Pub and Plate where we were able to get our favorite table and start with an order of the famous Brussels sprouts as an appetizer.
Some of us had hot tea to drink, some had a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, some had a beer and a cup of hot tea. I leave you to guess who had what, just know that Marti Huff is not holding back on enjoying the indulgences of life. As we awaited our meals we discussed things. Important things. There was sharing of strange dreams, with our take on what they each meant, and how a weird dream can leave you feeling unsettled even after you wake up and realize it didn't happen. What is that?
One of the best things about having a nonagenarian friend, is that they have history to share. Interesting history. Marti brought this photo from when she was 9 or 10 at school in Chicago and learning to type. She is on the right, second from the front, with her perfectly ironed (by her mom) puffy sleeved blouse. Note that all the boys wore ties and knickers. She could recall most, if not all, of the names of the kids in this class! How glad I am at my age to have a friend who can bring a moment in a well-lived life to the present so we can all "experience" what it was like.
We discussed introversion and extroversion and how Nancy loves nothing better than to sit at the breakfast table with a bunch of strangers at a B&B and TALK to them. Marti, Jennifer, and I shudder at the thought.
After an almost solid 2 hours of serious catching up, we parted ways, but not before scheduling a date for February, where we have discussed the warm comfort of Austrian cuisine (GrĂ¼nauer) versus sampling the tamale's at Carniceria y Tortelleria San Antonio, which a patient of mine recently told me was well worth the risk of aspirating and dying should he not be able to swallow safely.
We will keep you posted.