A couple at the restaurant on Saturday night called me Phil. I actually began my day off with a cup of coffee and tears as I watched segments of Captain Phil’s two years past public memorial service from pier 91 in Seattle on youtube. His new orleans jazz funeral with Harley Davidson motorcycles and chants of “Phil! Phil! Phil!” made me feel better. I bought 3 more Captain Phil teeshirts before switching off the computer.
I got a new three piece suit and begin my adventure in the world of fine dining on Tuesday. And I had trouble keeping a black collared button down free of wrinkles. Before then I have two new menus to study, and I got to do laundry.