A Visit To Junkanoo

Over the years I have discovered that people have a tendency to remember my daughter Rachel. Some of it has to do with the fact that Rachel seems to have a sticky kind of uniqueness.

We were at a place called Junkanoo, yesterday. When the waitress came to take our order I pointed to Rachel and said, “She’ll have a bowl of the clam chowder soup.”

The waitress—a lively and fun woman—said, “I know that. Rachel loves the clam chowder.”

With a surprised look on my face I said, “You remember that she loves the clam chowder?” The last time we were in the place was more than 6 months ago.

The waitress said, “Sure. She had the clam chowder the last time you were here. You were sitting over there.” And she pointed to a table.

I laughed and said, “You have an amazing memory! That was last summer.”

We have been to this restaurant about 5 or 6 times over the past few years and our visits are usually 6 months apart.

Terry—the waitress—said, “How could I forget Rachel?”

…By the way, Terry is a terrific waitress!

…Oh, here’s another “by the way,” the clam chowder soup was fantastic, as usual!

…I’m sorry, but here’s one more “by the way,” the juke box at Junkanoo has Celtic music so that gives the entire operation a 5 star rating from Rachel.