We went to Progreso today to celebrate Hardy and Pat's birthdays (or was that just any excuse for a party???). We rode with Hardy and Judy. We were surprised to find that the parking lot we usually park in was closed and empty. Hardy suggested that not enough people had arrived in the RGV yet to justify opening two parking lots. We walked across the bridge, after paying our toll, into a different country.
Our friends led us to Santiago's new place, "The Spot." It's open to the street. We ended up sitting near the street at the end of a long string of tables, which was good, because the music inside was cranked up high, especially the bass. We also noticed that since the place was wide open, street vendors were practically lined up to offer us jewelry and gum. One little boy offering gum didn't look over three years old.
We saw G.W. and David. They said they had spent the summer close to home and dancing. They are planning a long cruise around South America leaving February 14, 2014. They have had to mail their passports to Brazil in order to get visas to visit there and are understandably unhappy about that. Lots of our friends and some higher level dancers we didn't know were there. Bob and Pat arrived a bit late. Bob said they had been stuck in traffic behind a house. Ken asked if he meant a mobile home, and Bob said no, it was an actual house.
After a bit we adjourned to the Red Snapper for lunch. Ken and I shared the Paradillas for two, mixed grill with chicken, beef, and sausage, onions, and peppers with tortillas. G.W. had brought a delicious chocolate cake to celebrate the birthdays, which we all shared, and the musician played “Happy Birthday.” A good time was had by all.
Earlier in the morning Ken and I combined a bike ride for exercise with visiting our neighbor park, Bentsen Grove, to check out their park-wide yard sales. We found a few treasures—and saw lots of junk. Ken got some brand new sandals that fit him well for $5 (what a deal). I got a vintage Scrabble game, one with the nice wooden tiles, which I have been hunting for four years now, and a few other things.
This evening we watched a special on the Kennedy assassination called JFK 50. It brought back memories of the shock and grief of that terrible time. Since this is the fiftieth anniversary of the assassination, there will be lots of retrospectives. It's hard to imagine that our president was so exposed to danger. The Secret Service would never allow a president to ride through the streets in an open car anymore, and actually Kennedy was warned that Dallas was not a safe place for him to visit.
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