Don and I joined Paula and Chet to view the spectacular wildflowers that should be in full bloom at this time of year out of San Jose, over the Mt Hamilton Road, past Junction and down into the Livermore Valley. Since the rains have been great this year, we figured the wildflowers would be great too. Well, that really didn’t happen. In fact, the wildflowers were better last year (a drought year) than this year. Four years ago, the flowers were really outstanding. So, the flowers from 4 years ago are the pictures that I am posting, because I want you to see what they should have been. Even without great flowers, we had a beautiful tour.
Now on to the most interesting part of our “wildflower” tour. Last year we stopped in the Junction Cafe for lunch during our wildflower tour. I left a favorite green jacket there and didn’t realize it until we were 15 miles away. I decide I could live without it and just decided to forget about the jacket. When we stopped at the Junction Café for a break today, Paula decided to ask if they had the green jacket in the lost and found. Now keep in mind that this Café, is a very small, biker bar, café and post office. The woman Paula asked tends bar, takes food orders and is probably the postmaster. She knew about the jacket as soon as Paula asked. She said that they had kept the green jacket for a long time. She knew exactly who had left it, stating that she knew we weren’t regulars. But, when we didn’t come back, she had taken it home. She was so apologetic. She loves the jacket and didn’t think we would ever come back. I told her she shouldn’t worry about it and should keep wearing it. I was so glad that this woman liked my favorite green jacket so much that she would take it home. What a happy ending to a lost jacket story. My green jacket is happy and alive and living in the country. I’m glad we went to find wildflowers. They weren’t there, but we found the lost jacket and it lived happily ever after.
Now on to the most interesting part of our “wildflower” tour. Last year we stopped in the Junction Cafe for lunch during our wildflower tour. I left a favorite green jacket there and didn’t realize it until we were 15 miles away. I decide I could live without it and just decided to forget about the jacket. When we stopped at the Junction Café for a break today, Paula decided to ask if they had the green jacket in the lost and found. Now keep in mind that this Café, is a very small, biker bar, café and post office. The woman Paula asked tends bar, takes food orders and is probably the postmaster. She knew about the jacket as soon as Paula asked. She said that they had kept the green jacket for a long time. She knew exactly who had left it, stating that she knew we weren’t regulars. But, when we didn’t come back, she had taken it home. She was so apologetic. She loves the jacket and didn’t think we would ever come back. I told her she shouldn’t worry about it and should keep wearing it. I was so glad that this woman liked my favorite green jacket so much that she would take it home. What a happy ending to a lost jacket story. My green jacket is happy and alive and living in the country. I’m glad we went to find wildflowers. They weren’t there, but we found the lost jacket and it lived happily ever after.
2 comments:
What a cool story! I'm glad your jacket is still being used and loved, even if it's by someone else.
Carol - That is so funny! I must say that I've always thought you had good style, but should this concern you that a bartenderess/biker chick shares your taste in jackets?!
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