I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I’ve been moonlighting at a restaurant on the occasional Saturday nights. The owner pays me $100 cash to kind of babysit the place so she can have a night off. It’s a charming place with a small bar and a nice deck overlooking the street scene of downtown Roswell. It’s called Le Bistro
A lot of my early journals and college years centered around restaurant life. Who I met. How much I made. What I ate and drank. It’s kind of ironic that I find myself doing the same thing roughly 30 years later. But I do like it, especially now that I don’t depend on it for my livelihood.