keep your distance from the ice cream shoppe
Seriously, for the first few minutes before ventilation was evident, my car smelled like strawberries. Someone must have shoved a few scoops of ice cream down my air vents (or something) because I was clearly overwhelmed with a wonderfully sugared sensation.
This parking situation was brought on because, of all places, the Daily Grind was closed tonight. After a call this afternoon, Ez and I decided to rendevous there for some catching up, having not seen each other in many moons. Sadly, I must take back my endorsement for the Daily Grind; their hours now being reduced to 7am-2pm Mon.-Sat. and they are entirely closed on Sundays as well. Two in the afternoon?! Why not just close before they open? This new hour schema is foolish, at best, confusing in every way (they certainly dominated the youth consumer crowd every evening).
Ah, but luckily, the Wyndhurst area is a thriving stretch of coffeehouses (as I discovered tonight). Ez and I grabbed lattes at the European Cafe as it was entertaining guests with a tsunami benefit concert by a local jazz guitarist (jazz trio, actually). Despite the music encompassing all levels of talent, we retreated outside to chat (thank you, global warming).
Another wonderful time of conversation followed. Certainly, many things to talk about and discuss. We did return briefly to the Cafe to listen to a few pieces of jazz before we departed for another time.
I do wish that Lynchburg would more vocally advertise such events. Rather, I wish there were effective ways to advertise in Lynchburg. Radio?.. too much to coordinate. Local tv?.. few watch it compared to national broadcasts. Newspaper?.. why consider putting out the money to promote something to such a diminutive reader base? Airplane smoke trail ads?.. people are too depressed around here to look skyward for inviting messages (well, my opinion, at least). Oh well, looks like word-of-mouth wins again.