This was an unusual Thanksgiving for all of us, I suppose. Richard Bonomo hunkered down with just his housemate to have dinner, so Travalon and I decided to go to the Concourse Hotel. Then Rich said another guy we know had wanted to come to his house for dinner but he had also turned him down, and Travalon loves talking about classic rock with this guy, so he called him and invited him to join us. I walked with my neighbor in the morning, then Travalon and I went for a two-mile walk at Jackson's Landing in the late morning because we had signed up to do the Virtual Turkey Trot (it raises money for the Boys and Girls Club), and then I walked with my neighbor again. I ended up walking seven and a quarter miles today, but that probably isn't enough to walk off the delicious Thanksgiving dinner we had at the Concourse Hotel. And our dinner companion is a wonderful conversationalist, so it was a delightful time. When we first got there, another table of people were just leaving, and they had a big soft white dog who wanted to say hello to everyone, so I got to pet her. I didn't expect a dog in a restaurant, but she was very well-behaved, even though I suspect she is a teenage dog and will get even larger. She seemed like a familiar breed, but I couldn't think what. Our dinner was pumpkin soup (or salad, but we all chose soup) to start, along with fresh bread with tangerine-honey-thyme butter. Then we had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and green beans almandine, and for dessert, pie. Travalon and I chose the classic pumpkin pie, while our dinner companion chose apple pie. We were talking so long that I started to feel really sorry for our waiter - maybe he had his own Thanksgiving dinner to go to, and we were holding him up! We did tip him generously for having to work on a holiday.
As we walked around downtown, a lot of the storefronts are boarded up in case of riots, and some of the artwork on the plywood rivals that in Black Cat Alley. It's done by local artists.
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