Sunday, August 12, 2012

Down on the Docks

How wise and how merciful is that provision of nature by which his earthly anchor is usually loosened by many little imperceptible tugs, until his consciousness has drifted out of its untenable earthly harbour into the great sea beyond!
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Scottish writer (1859-1930)

My brother and sister-in-law treated me to birthday dinner at a new, and very hip, restaurant in the ol' hometown. Sarcoa's location at Pier 8 brought back memories of Miss Broker's kindergarten tours to the docks where our grandfather stevedored. Water and boats are in our genes and the open water beckons to set out on adventure. Too bad I get seasick outside of the harbour's protection. ;-)

Ah, but I can still dream of setting sail. And Sarcoa provides an awesome view to contemplate and reminisce over a glass of wine. Thank you!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So you remembered Ms Broker after all these years, at least your mind is not going on you (hehe)