Last night a friend and I drove to Theresa's Mexican Restaurant in Mendota Heights where we sat on the patio, lingered over our dinner and sipped a fabulous lime Marguerita. Our visting with each other was long from complete, so we drove through some of the old neighborhoods in West Saint Paul wending our way to Cherokee Drive where we plucked two "bun bucket chairs" from the trunk and continued our visit which was interspersed with memories of her youth in St. Paul including "we took our coin purses to 1st National Bank (the bright red lighted "1" still shines brightly over St. Paul) to deposit our pennies into our accounts.
While we sat and visited, others walked their dogs and some simply strolled along the sidewalk behind us; almost without fail, they offered a greeting, after all this is a friendly city of neighborhoods.
Of course, I left home without my camera, so I resorted to my cell phone camera to take the image above. There is nothing more to say, it speaks for itself. The only thing that could possibly have made it better, would have been for you to be there to witness the sun slip from the clouds into the cloudless part of the sky, kiss the horizon and then quickly slide and disappear into the city skyline leaving a warm blissful after-glow.
