Wish a happy 57th birthday to Frank Hummert tomorrow . . . Last night’s dinner party was a great success. Hardly a crumb of the leftovers was left over . . . Note a comment on yesterday's post . . . The new trash collection schedule left us staring at overflowing cans for most of the morning, something we hadn’t seen in the past when pick up was at six a.m. Hope things move faster in the future . . . It is a sobering fact that Bob and I will have to consider: despite all the favorable publicity, the gratifying acceptance of this blog and the various Internet portals that lead to The Bare Wall, 2010 was our worst year since 1974 . . . The weather and the calendar were against us. Bitter cold in January, a blizzard on Valentine’s Day that closed us down, an early Easter that suppressed business. The day before Christmas, usually a big one, was itself a holiday for many, and they left town early . . . The bleak economic news depressed us all for much of the year. The Governor repeatedly warned of massive State layoffs and Mayor Thompson’s lackluster leadership portended dismal days ahead. No wonder people (including me) were reluctant to spend . . . One can reason away failure despite our nicest selection of goods in years, but that does not pay the bills. But at least we do not feel personally rejected. Regulars came and the same camaraderie was enjoyed throughout the seasons. And we can manage the bills should we choose to do so . . . Mother Nature has created her own spectacular seasonal display in Betty Holmboe’s back yard on Green Street. When touched by the morning sun, the fluffy tufts glow silver and gold as if electrified. I don’t think even our finest designers could mimic the effect . . . (Early doctor's appointment may delay our opening a bit tomorrow morning.)
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