The photo of Bow Ties o’ the Day is a throwback from Sunday, when we took a drive to WY for brunch. As I’ve mentioned previously, Suzanne’s brother, James, is the owner and chef of Gateway Grille– which is located at The Purple Sage golf course in Evanston. James puts out a magnificent Sunday spread. And yes, I stole all the remaining pastries when we left.
As you can see, Suzanne wasn’t all that interested in being in a photo as we hung around on the deck at the clubhouse. Thus, I only managed to capture the side of her head. Ain’t that a pretty ear?
James managed to make time to get out of the kitchen and sit down with us for a few minutes. During our conversation something came up about “smart” v. “wise.” He said, “A smart person knows a tomato is a fruit. A wise person knows not to put it in a fruit salad.” Sounds right to me.
James lived with me and Suzanne in our first apartment, in SLC in 1985. The apartment was on the top floor of an old house, and was U-shaped. James slept on the floor in an almost-hallway, and we had to step over him to get to the bathroom– which had red walls around the bathtub.
We also had a neighbor named Sadie Cowboy, who had a little girl, but had no teeth. Well, maybe a tooth or two. And a U of U football player whose name I don’t remember lived on the first floor. He took no guff from anyone, and was sort of like our guard dog. Ain’t nobody dared mess with us.
Dad helped me move my large stuff into that apartment when we first moved in. (He helped me move into more than one top-floor apartment in SLC. Sorry, Dad.) He knew I’d be sharing the apartment with a couple of friends, but I guess he assumed it was a couple of gals. When he saw James’ huge shoes sitting on the floor in the apartment, Dad said, “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you living with a man.” I didn’t have the heart to say to him at that moment, “Between James and Suzanne, James is not the one you should be worrying about, Dad.” We laughed about the incident years later, after his “dunno” got “smart” on the matter, and then his “smart” eventually got “wise.”
Dad absolutely loved Suzanne. They “clicked.” He loved her because she’s Suzanne. And he loved her because I do. And he loved her because she loves me. Simple as that.
You make me 😊