So D1 and Joey and the boys were busy all weekend, and so it appeared we'd wait until Tuesday to see them. But D1 texted -- they were bringing the boys to MIA to watch planes takeoff and land. Would we like to meet? We would -- and Wifey and I drove the 20 minutes to a spot off Perimeter Road.
The toddler was fast asleep. The adorable baby was up, taking it all in. We caught up with the latest news as the big jets came and left. Finally, they awoke the toddler, and we distracted his post nap crankiness by showing him where he was.
He had a blast -- watching the planes and tossing the rocks from the adjoining old railroad tracks. Even though it's a seldom used spur, my head was on a swivel looking for the slow moving freight trains. I can't remove the plaintiff's lawyer in me.
After an hour or so, D1 suggested maybe we get dinner together. What was close? Wifey remembered Stephen's -- the throwback deli in Hialeah. I thought they were closed for dinner, but was wrong, and so we met there -- the oldest deli in Miami Dade. The restauranteur Matt Kuscher took it over a few years back and restored it to its former glory -- a time when Hialeah had lots of Jewish schmata industry owners and worker, and several great delis.
We were the only ones there at first, and D1 and Joey got a kick out of all the Kuscher kitsch -- Bar Mitzvah photos and all. The toddler seemed to enjoy his grilled cheese and chips, and the little guy devoured some vegan meatloaf.
D1 was knackered, but came around with her adorable boys. Joey and I got a beer and a Sky vodka and toasted.
We each left for our homes, and Wifey reminded me of the joy of grandparenthood: we enjoy the little ones, and then retreat to the quiet of our own house. Yep -- nice gig we have going.
We tuned into the Heat, and I knew they would lose by the second quarter. They mounted a furious comeback, though, and had it won with 3 seconds left, until Boston got an impossible second shot to go it. Game 7 is tomorrow night, and I fear our boys will become historical -- in a bad way -- the first NBA team EVER to be up 3-0 that goes on to lose a Finals series. We'll see.
Meanwhile, on the impromptu scale -- we're having Joelle and Kenny over for some Memorial Day pizza this evening. Their boys are in Spain. Our D2 and Jonathan are in the Bahamas. But things in the 305 are ok -- the oppressive humidity and heat haven't hit yet.
So sometimes the unplanned is best -- that was surely the case yesterday.
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