There are good things to feel.

Took a long walk to clear my head of this morning’s presidential abominations. Passed the fairgrounds, up by the new museums, down Capitol to Farish (DC folks, think U Street circa 1994). Heard music as I turned right onto High Street and went looking for the source. Found the George Street Grill.

J.B. Eubanks has been the proprietor for over fifty years. His wife (and my new friend) Katie was throwing a little celebration to kick off Breast Cancer Awareness month. She is a five-year survivor and lovely.

The big party will take place on the 15th. “Will start in the afternoon, after church,” her granddaughter told me. As it should. I might need to buy something pink to wear.

There are good things to feel. <3

Tales from Jackson