Every week I get to see people that I've come to love and meet wonderful new people. The circle just keeps expanding.
From left to right: my better half, Ken (legs akimbo) is sitting with the local artist Jill Reinig. Behind Ken is Steak House and Tania Hamidi (whom I just met) talking with Chris Carraher and Beth Shefield at the table. Along the table on the right are educator Roberta Meyer from Joshua Tree and writer/healer Annalies Kuiper from the Copper Mountain Mesa. Jerry sits next to her and Sister Ida's better half (or evil twin, depending) Stewart. Kip Fjeld, in white shirt, is waiting tables. Sister Ida is at the piano with Bob Tellefson (the most interesting man in Wonder Valley), and many others are hanging out in the bar.
This is such a friendly group. People more from table to table and room to room and out onto the patio. Strangers are welcomed.
It may be that many of us spend a large part of the week in solitude, so when Sunday rolls around we're ready to be social.
This is the view on the long drive home after breakfast. Of course, the view is different every week, but it's always spectacular and the feeling is always a blend of deja vu and nostalgia, as if I've always been here and always will be here.
If this calls to you, join us at the Palms on Sundays. Breakfast starts at 9 a.m. and the last stragglers leave sometime between 1 and 2 p,m. A basic breakfast is $3.50 and a well bloody Mary is $1.50. They take credit cards.