Jan. in Juneuary
Folks in the PNW often refer to this time of year as “Juneuary,” because it’s usually cool and drizzly. Such has not been the case this year.
I finally found an excuse to return to the Parkway Tavern in Tacoma: Ducks has returned to the upper-left corner of the Lower 48 after four years in Toronto, settling in Tacoma, and in need of a mobile phone. As it happened, I had one for sale. How ’bout we meet up at the Parkway?, I suggested.
Yes, mailing it would’ve been cheaper than driving the More Expensive Ford Taurus with a Different Grille, but I wanted to catch up. And wanted to see this place again.
And I wanted one of their burgers, accompanied this time by their to-die-for clam chowder. The ceiling is interesting, too.
Ducks told stories of life in Toronto, Canada’s largest city. Of course, she’s had a front-row seat for the Mayor Rob Ford scandal. She loves the city’s ethnic diversity; its hellishly expensive real estate, not so much (One of the city’s signature brick townhouses will run you about $1 million. And need a complete renovation. And even then your basement will still flood).
It being Friday night, members of the Tacoma scooter crew (including former ‘Hamster Jason) showed up to have a beer or two and figure out where the evening ride would go. Ducks’ ET4 awaits the arrival of parts to make it run again, while I await an offer of employment (or a winning lottery ticket). I would love to find a job in Tacoma.