It is Sunday afternoon. We are here in Chicago in perfect weather reminiscent of St. Bart's, listening to Sirius/XM radio 75. Siriusly Sinatra. Sinatra's daughter Nancy has unleashed a set composed entirely of Rain songs.
Classic.
I'm out of Pastis. I have no Calvados. But I got three bottles of Rose and 2 bottles of Jean Lallement Brut Champagne. Steaks on the grill and a replica Freddy Salad (from Jack Ruby's of Louisville et al) made with Nueskes Bacon, tomatoes and chives from the garden.
If I can't be on St. Barts, I'm glad to be here. But I ain't going to work until after noon tomorrow!
Voila!