A good speech here:

Essex corners' newest place Is open. They are next to Urban Roots and are kind of a "back of the house" operation for Dolci on Elmwood.

I didn't get any gelato because I had eaten sweets all morning, but (e:janelle) got a coffee and I had a slice of white pizza. Both were very good, and affordable. The people were nice, too.

At the same time, Urban Roots was celebrating their one year anniversary and was full of life (human and plant, both.)

I think the day that everyone feared is finally arriving: gentrification. The place was just packed with preppy, cute, white people. Of course, there were still signs of the stagnation that has been in that section of town for a long time, too, but my sensors say that things are underway.

I think it can be done right, however. People are working to keep affordable housing available no matter what. Property values are going to climb a little bit, but that is necessary to provide an economic incentive to make it a nice place to live.

Anyway, go get a gelato or a slice of pizza. I promise you won't inflate property values too much, (at least not until the city/state start taking care of their properties) and you will be satisfied with your choice.

It's our weekly meeting of "house church."

If anybody wants to stop in, tonight is a good night. There will be a few other new people, and root beer floats, too.

Agenda:

7-7:30. Float making/hanging out/getting to know one another

7:30-8:15. Reading a piece of scripture and talking about how it might shape us.

8:15-8:30 Praying for one another.

It's open to everybody. Nobody has to do anything that they do not want to. No particular belief is necessary.

At 8:30, provided we end on time, we might walk to the Village Beer Merchant. There is a free tasting until 9.

My house is 265 Lexington. It's yellow.

$10k is a whole lot to spend on a car from 1998, but this is tempting:

"Bike to the estrip party," I thought.

"It's eco-friendly," I thought.

"It's a nice night for it," I thought.



But didn't the forecast call for rain?

It did.

So there was a drizzle when we left for home.

And then at Tupper and Main, the rain picked up. We hid under the police stations awning to stay dry.

Why didn't they bring hot chocolate? We pay our taxes!

If we were younger, getting caught in the rain would have been romantic.

Our old bones just got cold.

The rain didn't slow down. We toughed it out and are now warming up at home.

Pearl Street was fun. Good night.