1) This evening I enjoyed the first of what will surely be an extensive series of farewell dinners at Doyle’s, this with my friend from Lago di Carlo ye Pawylle Hyrtte Myllyre. Over the course of the evening we were speculating about the future of the location (without a liquor license), and a few possibilities came up:
The Midway across the street could take it over with their liquor license.
Marijuana dispensary. We already have an MBTA bus yard in the ‘hood, why not something else with pungent fumes, LOL? The parking lots make this seem very likely to me.
Dog kennel (this actually came from my third-floor neighbor)
Museum of local history with café concession and ability to BYOB. (But don’t we already have the Loring-Greenough House for that?)
1a) I must say, the place was jammed tonight, mostly families with young (loud) children. Haven’t seen a crowd like that on a week night in a long time.
2) Next month I’ll be going to see the BLO’s production if I Pagliacci, which I don’t really know well and have never seen staged. This afternoon I remembered that at one point I’d heard Nedda’s big aria, and sought it out on the Yewtybbe. How beautiful! There’s a point where the orchestra is trembling in romantic excitement, right along with her.
3) Somethin’s blowin’ in the wind . . . and it’s making me sneeze . . . and it’s making me anxious about our national future.