Teaching just MWF leaves my TTh open for research and errands that I never seem to have time for. I’ve been back two years and am just getting around to getting my brake tag. But first I had to take my car in to get the taillight replaced and some windshield chips repaired. Ragusa’s is an awesome place to go for car maintenance - unfortunately everyone in town knows that, so when I stopped by at 7:45 this morning, they already were scheduling for the afternoon. Always flexible and ready for anything, I came prepared to work on class material and do a little shopping. I’ve been craving homemade Austrian soup and needed to pick up some soup bones at Calandro’s. Calandro’s is an institution, celebrating its 70th year. They carry a few Austrian wines, Austrian pumpkin seed oil and a domestic Slivowitz that isn’t half bad.
|Is it soup yet?|
Calandro’s is less than a mile from Ragusa’s, so I dropped my car off and set out with my cooler ... on foot. The folks at Ragusa’s thought I was crazy. So did the cop at Calandro’s. Seriously it’s the same distance from the center of Wörschach to the train station! I’ve driven that stretch of Government a thousand times, and I saw things on foot that I’ve never seen before: a charming old boarded up grocery, a law office with Christmas decorations still hung, antique shops and second hand stores I never knew existed. And yet along this extremely busy four-lane road at rush hour I could still appreciate the cool breeze and the trill of crickets in the grass.
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