Yes, another Monday. It really doesn't matter to me, when you are in the Food and Beverage business, one day is much like the other, Fred's News was no exception. About the only thing Monday meant, was a slower day, unless it was the last day of a long holiday weekend. Our last few years, as owners of Fred's, we closed Mondays. Reasons were twofold. One, our children, having moved on to their own lives and careers, were no longer Fred's News employees. Reason two, Mr. Bill and I needed a day to be able to do errands and just "have a life". Bill's take on that, "ain't getting any younger!"
At first people, seemed very upset...Fred's News, closed one day a week. "How could they do this to us, they don't understand!" Indeed we did, but it was a matter of sanity. "We too, after years of dedication, needed time." Be it known, our dedication and efforts never waned, it just took us longer to recuperate from the crushing weekend business, Mondays being the ideal day. We looked forward to a leisurely Sunday evening, with friends, Edna and Art. Dinner together, somewhere in eastern Connecticut and then a stop at the Mohegan Sun Casino. The best part, staying up past midnight and not getting up at three in the morning.
During the summer months, dinners were usually at a seashore restaurant, with outdoor seating. Captain Jacks, in New London one of my personal favorite. Clam fritters and a cup of clear broth chowder, soaking up the last few rays of sunshine, before the cool evening breeze chilled the air. As we sat just a stone's throw from the charter boat docks, I remember well that sinking feeling, as the sign appeared, "Closing for the season." Well, Flanders Fish Market has a great, cozy, homey ambiance and delicious food. Next week, inside eating it is, let the cold and raw New England weather arrive, dinner with friends would continue.
As welcome as Monday's day off was, it did have a down side. Many of our patrons enjoyed the rather loud discussions about the weekend 's televised sports action. It just didn't seem to be as lively a conversation on a Tuesday morning. Most of the sports action having already been re-hashed over and over, by the numerous weekend sport's commentators. But, during the fall and winter, Monday night football was up for grabs, first thing Tuesday mornings. Occasionally, Bill would watch the entire evening game, only to bitch, bitch, bitch on Tuesday morning. Since Monday Night Football, is sometime drawn out to the early morning hours of Tuesday, the Egg-Nazi's suggestion..."Get rid of the G-damn commercials!" Just for conversation, he once counted well over a hundred of those babies, during the course of the game. I suggested taping the game, minus the commercials, watching it on Tuesday after work. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, from the reaction I received, you would of thought I had just asked for control of the God-blessed remote!
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