05 August 2001

In Memoriam

Strange day yesterday. I got together with a grad school buddy to chat politics, philosophy, academia, music, and the all-important beer. Pete is one of the few people from grad school with whom I maintain regular contact.

Callie and I headed to Spanish Village for the first time in over a month only to hear some distressing news. It turns out our favorite waiter (also named Pete), a guy who always lavished all sorts of personal attention on us, passed away about a month ago of a massive heart attack. He was only 55, and appeared to be in good health. Needless to say, it put a damper on the evening. And since everyone is pretty much related over there -- and they treat regular customers as family also -- the atmosphere was pretty somber for a Spanish Village evening.

Afterwards, we made an impromptu decision to head to Galveston for a while, to visit Callie's brother (who was fishing) and other family. Driving around, we noticed a scary dive bar called Club 23. I was amused.

[Posted @ 12:53 PM CST]