Long time no blog.
I have been sick with a buck nasty flu that has moved into my body and refuses to move out.
I am about 85% better and thank goodness that it is not now in my throat/chest right now...( which it is) because here the Massachusetts we are being invaded by gypsy moths.
If you don't know these creepy crawlies...that are the assholes of the insect world. This year is very bad around my area and my home is covered with trees that seem to be very tasty for them. The sound of them munching on leaves is absolutely nightmarish. ...yeeeeesh.
What goes in must come out! yup all over the place is little gypsy moth poo....everywhere! in the state parks, along walks...horrible. The hairs of these little bastards are also troublesome and cause rashes.. I walked up my driveway to get the mail the other day and just broke out all over....( that on top of my chest flu, made me wheeze and cough one day for 3 hours straight)....
Anyway, just before I was flattened by this flu my wife and I had a chance to go to my favorite place in Cambridge..The S&S Deli.
How about that for a transition?
I have been going to this place since I have been 15 years old.
Now if you dont know how old I am, I will say that when I was 15, Blondie had just released Parallel Lines ALBUM ....( you do the math). The S&S was the place to go to after a day of Harvard Sq record shopping, punk rock girl watching and occasional punk rock slam dance fest in the Harvard Sq. church on Sundays. I remember having 15 dollars in my pocket one day as kid and thinking "wow, this place is expensive"....so funny ( I think I bought a bum of friend I knew as a kid lunch with my money, what dope I was) when you are a kid who is isolated from the world.
Now the Zen of the S&S?
Well as I sat with my wife of 24 years, I reflected back on all booths I sat in, all the relationships that have passed, all the friends long since gone. Yet, here was the good ol' S&S still here, still giving me my Nova Lox with Onions Omelette..year after year, always consistent, always great. This time was quite "special" for me as when I entered however, I saw a reflection in the window as I opened the door...
The image of an old man.
The old man?
Long gone was the punk rock kid with spiky dyed blonde hair & skateboard, long gone was the long haired 20 something 80's metalhead with combat boots, ripped jeans and dress coats, long gone was the 30 something, introspective new age listening metaphysical seeker in comfy shoes and khakis.
Upon entering, I caught a glimpse of a older, shaved head man, with a bald spot forming...(still sexy mind you, just balding). This is the 1st time that I was actually in the S&S in my life, as I was hit with all the memories I had experienced in the diner, but not fully present in any of them visit during the past 37 years of going there.
I thought back on the whirlwind of my life, all the global travel, all the cosmic journeys ( good and bad) and saw my life very differently.
I was the now the Martial Arts Master that I sought out as a child.
I was the now metaphysical teacher that had the secrets of the universe that I desired to find when I was 30.
I was now friends with movie stars and famous musicians
I looked up at the window facing Cambridge street and saw my reflection as well as the reflection of my wife, my love and best friend....25 of those years she had been going there with me as well....she had gotten older ( though she still looks the same, I look like I was hit with an old stick) with me and time had ticked by.
I was a bit emotional as we have had some tough times the last couple of years ( my wife was treated for breast cancer last year and we had major changes by closing our Back Bay business of 20 years as a result of her being ill).....but this isnt a boo hoo blog post. I saw how solid she was, how she was my rock, my world....I guess I like Buddha , just woke up that day....he did it under a tree, I did it in booth drinking coffee.
So, what did I order?
Yup My Nova Omelette and was it good?
Of course it was, I was in the S&S Deli in Cambridge....life was good that day...one more memory formed.
The Rabid Monk
I was NOT paid in anyway by the S&S Deli to write this blog post.