Spring

I thought for one second that I smelled it today.  Greg Brown wrote “Spring and what’s left of the song birds return”.  I saw the song birds, hundreds of them, in the catalpa.  And I thought that I smelled it.  Smoke rolled from the chimney, down the...

Six Degrees of Django

It’s all about the music really. At least for me. The rhythm of the kitchen, the knife, of life. The soundtrack of a day, a year, a life. There is no such thing as background music. It’s front and center or it’s off. Son of a musician, a music...

A new day…

I often find myself wondering what Mr. Cavert might think. Would the first recorded owner of this property, this barn, give his blessing to what we’re doing here? A restaurant right in the middle of his farm. It’s an idea I don’t imagine he ever...