In the later afternoon, we drove through a snowstorm to McCloud (scenic mill town around the side of the mountain) to visit her mailbox there. We returned to Mando’s for spicy enchiladas de camarones (shrimp). We browsed the great cowboy art at Mount Shasta Gallery. But earlier, at lunchtime, something happened.
At the new Stage Door Cabaret and Cafe, we tried the chili and soup and cornbread. (Absolutely great!) And while Adrienne sat and I waited by the ordering counter, I struck up a conversation with Doug York, a local promoter who’s producing and acting in a Murder Mystery called “Murder on the Rails” tonight, up the road in Montague at the Corner Cafe.
And then, as we were souping and cornbreading, our neighbors Roy and Ashley came in, finding seats across the room, and they waved.
We waved back.
That was the magic moment.
For this was the first time we’ve been out, and we came across someone we knew. Oh, of course we know tradespeople. And Roy and Ashley we see in the driveway all the time.
But this was the first time we’ve seen people that we know, at the same place as us.
This may seem like a little thing. And it is.
But there it is.
Maybe we’re part of this place. We know people.