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120126: Cesar at his best at Mi Camino Real; his reward? a luscious piece of Willie’s and Bob’s birthday cake, or, fruit tort, if you like. The more the merrier; the merrier it is the fewer headaches we have. (Mount Orab, OH)

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Willie through the rain to the restaurant. They were concerned about my leaving the house in the rain, but it worked out today. AND i found a source for waterproof SOCKS. Couldn't find the "color" switch on a new camera for most the the shoot. (fle. Mt Orab OH. 1/25/2012)

Don’t ever let anyone tell you Scrabble (copyright til you die) is low impact work. I got my butt pummeled three times a dozen and a half, and then again today at Mi Camino Real in Mount Orab. And only played two games. You shoulda been there to see the fiery gleem in Bob’s Eyes. Only person I ever met (well, practically) who can play a tough game and give rolling advice, free ‘o charge, to two other people at the table….and winning more than he’s losing.

CB (left) and Bob (right) go at it on the scrabbleboard (copyright til you die) at the restaurant to spare me a few gasps - thank all of you. (fle photo 1/26/2012. Mi Camino Real. Mt Orab. OH)

“Afterwards (We Scrabble [copyright til you die, lately at the restaurant because I can’t do marathons since I got out of the hospital here in Cincinnati a couple of months ago],” I beat nobody but they (Willie and Bob) beat me like an egg-suckin’ dog who cain’t even read much less play Scrabble (copyright til you die). Willie beat Bob and me, then lost to CB and Bob. She’s been kickin’ some serious butt of late. CB (she and I no longer – for a while – play each other because of me, of course) lost to Bob but beat the living daylights and a little dusk outa Willie. Good times: better than high school, I do declare and foreswear. Bob is the self-declared lunchbunch champion. I am the self-declared lunchbunch intellect. Willie is the self-declaired lunch bunch’s busiest tournament player. CB is acknowledged by many as being the organized scrabble’s (copyright til you die) most prolific news reporter.

Cesar, our friend and server who never says no. Is that why we like him? Is it? Not. (fle photo 1/26/2012)

Very quiet, yet always at the read to answer the calls of customers, assholes and otherwise, Cesar is, by unanimous agreement, the best doggone server and establishmentarian buddy of all the places we go. Truth is I would feel a lot better if I could remember his name from lunch to lunch. (Note to Bob: One excellent reason not to repeat Lunchbunch venues is to eliminate the problem of forgetting employees’ names, especially the ones we like.) Cesar is always there with a smile and an offer of help, including service.


Strangely, speaking for myself only, I didn’t care much for the food at Mi Camino Real during the first years, but have been habituated by the food now, seasoned with a couple of warm human souls, include Cesar.

Me the Fle - oxygen and all - sucking up drugs (oxygen) like sixty to pump some life my game, with no success, except we all still had fun, not always kind and genteel. (Photo by fle 1/26/2012 Mount Orab, OH)

Having a caregiver isn’t as it might seem at times: they always are trying to make your life safer and more comfortable, often in sharp contrast to your own plans. It was raining today. CB chose a place out by Bob’s where I could devan without getting drenched. We had planned on Lake Manor up north of Mt Orab. Where lazt time when I was just out of the hospital I couldn’t get out of my shotgun seat in the van even thought I tried like hell for an hour 15. Where the waitress came out with an apology for something she had nothing at all to do with. Where they brought me a bowl of soup I slurped down why chained to my beloved Tranq and where it took me another 20 minutes when we got home in Cincinnati before I could finally transfer to Junior, Jr (cherished 3 wheel battery-operated electric cart so I could flee to my comfy chair.

And so… Mexican it was! and I rediscovered it with a sampler plate of who knows what all.  Couldn’t eat it all even after sharing it with the crowd.

But that fruit tort birthday cake for Willie and Bob, now that was so special we all had to hold our hearts inside our chests fer a minit just till we got over the initial shock. Fresh fruit. On what tastes like hummingbird cake. The last one Servatii’s had! And $30 bucks to prove it.

Lunchbunch birthday cake (fruit tort made at Servatii's Bakery in Cincinnati near our home) in Mt Orab's Mi Camino Real for Willie (62) and Bob (68). (fle photo. Mt Orab OH. 1/26/2012)

Birthday party? Hehehe. Bob and Willie, both of them loading up with presents from the get-go, piled ceiling-high, trying helplessly to get th

Ooooh! I jes Luvvv this bean soup, Willie simpers. Thank you for the food we will eat. Bob. (flephoto. 1/26/2012. Mount Orab MI. Mi Camino Real)

e stuff to their cars.

Mennonite white bean soup, photo spreads of Shania Twain, Bob’s erstwhile favorite.  Texting for a year from Bob so we all can communicate more effectively, particularly since I don’t answer my phone very often – tires me out (and thattttt’s thu truuff).

The birth celebrants in full vivid color. Color, among my favorites at Mexican restaurants. (fle photo. 1/26/2012. Mt Orab OH)

With the dropping economy, we keep expecting the restaurant to have problems, but so far it keeps chugging along. Get a chance? Mi Camino Real, first exit on eastbound 32 in Mount Orab, left at the exit, left at the 2nd light, left one block from there, go to end of block and turn into the parking lot. Tell them you love ’em and they’ll hustle up grub you won’t know whether to hug or eat.

CB and me watching the happy celebrants do back flips in their minds. What a sight it would have been, esp. Bob. hehehe (bobphoto. 1/26/2012. Mi Camino Real. Mt Orab, OH)

Rained all day. Didn’t dim our fun, did it gals and guy?

Willie has a busy week but says she’ll be back in time or Lunchbunch Thusday. Meantime she’s going with half of Dayton to a tourney in Knoxville. And we’re banking on her to win enough to buy all of us in the Lunchbunch a drink or a limeade in two weeks.

Don’t know what I’d do without lunchbunch even if most of the photos today were inexplicably black and white until I finally figured out which switch to click for color.


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January 27, 2012 at 12:01 am

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20120125 Savannah wants to know who I am for the world which consists of a University of Cincinnati class. (fle Cincinnati. 1/25/2012)

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UC photography student Savannah wants me to reveal all about my life because I’m dying for a class A/V project. She reminds me of the dozens of neophytic reporters and/or photographers I’ve trained (or tried to train) over the years. Been here to the apartment twice with recording equipment and Canon camera. Feels a tad strange, but you know me; I’m usually up for a new project – just point me in the right direction. I was chosen because I’m in hospice and because that means I’m dying, students have been warned  not to mention that part to their interviewees, that is, the mes whose lives they’re investigating, which is kinda strange, don’t you think? Since – what the hell – if i weren’t dying on the public dole they’re have to make up some other kind of story, if they could.

Haven’t seen or heard from Savannah in months. Is that all there is? A few questions?

‘Course I do remember she had been instructed to keep my life down to a couple of pages; therein might lie some of the smoke that fills the half-finished print Savannah has constructed until Jesus comes to the rescue in the name of distilled if brief TRUTH, dear hearts.

UC student photographer Savannah Stark doing fle. Photos and words to draw a picture of my life from birth to death (fle. 1/25/2012 CBFL’s apartment. Cincinnati OH)

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January 25, 2012 at 8:04 pm

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Lunchbunch: freezing for chicken: Ron’s Roost, Cincinnati Westside, January 19, 2012.

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120119 Lunchunch by Bob Rons Roose in Cincinnati oh (thanx for bob's help to the old guy with the funny tube crisscrossing his face)

Lunchbunch at Ron’s Roost in Western Cincinnati

After a week of worrying and clattering chatter, we wound up on Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday at Ron’s Roost, home of award winning mock turtle soup. Bob, Willie and John the husband who drove in from Indiana where they’re enjoyed a free, if confusing, night at one of the gambling joint on the Ohio River, Phyllis Prather, recently retired and preparing to scoot off to California to be closer to her son and, I assume, because it’s a helluva lot warmer out there, and CB and I in my new wheelchair, annnnd, of course Marsha our indefatigable waitress.

John (Willie's husband), CB, Phyllis and Bob's arm. Engaging.

Some of us celebrated Willie’s birthday which was on the eve of Edgar Allan Poe’s, i.e., the previous day – Poe, my favorite poet, was 202 on thursday; on Wednesday willie was 62 and my nephew Jacob was 17.

Birthday girl Willie telling us all about the musical "Jersey Boys" which John and she had seen the night before at the Hollywood Casino in Indiana, featuring a Frankie Valli sound-alike. She thinks the imitator of "Good Girls Don't Cry" was pretty good. Later they checked into the Hollywood's Hotel for a "comped" room only to find they were at the wrong casina, shoulda been at the "Rising Sun." worked out, though, Hollywood comped them because they stayed there; Rising Sun charged them because they didn't. (fle. 1/19/2012. Cincinnati OH)

( Bob will do his celebrating and special fertility dance next week at Lake Manor Restaurant in Mount Orab – that should be a blast, he gave me a personal preview yesterday between Scrabble (copyright til you die) games.

We were all glad to see Phyllis and we are all sad that she’s leaving us. Phyllis recently retired as special needs teacher in Cincinnati. Now she’s headed for California to be near son Gamal, taking her two dogs with her – she surely does love her dogs, even baked them Christmas cookies which sounded pretty good to me!

After lunch Willie and John got the hell outa there “toward a doctor’s office” somewhere out yonder beyond the horizon and the rest of us came over here to play Scrabble. Damn, would you believe it, I WON a game.

No Lunchbunch food goes uneaten; CB makes sure of that. We brought home enough leftovers for the army of Lichtenstein

The temperature was COOOOOLD (40 degrees fahrenheit); the people were wonderful.

My new wheelchair (thank you, hospice) is infinitely more comfortable that Junior Jr or CB’s mom’s legacy.

Ron's Roost has average food, but the noise levels on January 19th were way above average; I'll be glad when next Thursday comes so I can have conversations where we can actually hear each other.

None of us had the award winning mock turtle soup.

As we were leaving, John regaled us with tales of driving long haul trucks over the famous “ice” roads in the arctic circle. You can see the “reality show” on the History Channel. John says the TV series shows easy going with much wider and better roads than he had and told of driving on the ice over one lake with the driver’s door open and one foot on the outside step ready to jump if the truck broke through the ice. Wow!

Afterwards everyone except Willie and John came to our house for Scrabble - that would be Phyllis, Bob, CB and I. I won one and I'm not sure about the others - hell, who cares? Right? Right! A good time was had by all even though CB and I forgot to feed Bob pecan pie which is not something to be missed lightly. NO!

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January 20, 2012 at 7:36 pm

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