Whats on Second, is a sports memorabilia store on 2nd St in San Mateo. It's cutely named after a line in Abbott & Costello's famous comedy routine "Who's on First?"
It was the first weekend this year that I didn’t have to work, and I spent a leisurely Saturday without compulsively checking my messages or to-do list. I offered to take the youngster and his buddy to the movies. They had already seen Kong and Narnia, so they settled on the Queen Latifah comedy (woman learns she’s dying and changes her life) playing in San Mateo.
The City of San Mateo is reviving its downtown area, and the new theaters, stores and restaurants are attracting foot traffic. We lunched at Joy Sushi, a new restaurant that is becoming known for its large selection of specialty sushi rolls. It also has good value--ideal for teenaged boys who prefer copious quantities to exotic presentation.
We were joined by Brandon’s dad, who is always on the prowl for good sushi. He’s younger than I but has been retired since a well-known Silicon Valley company spun off his subsidiary. (His wife is a senior manager at a local biotech company, so family finances are not a concern.) He’s trying his hand at angel investing and raved about one of his investments, a database company that is owned and run by a workaholic CPA / MBA whose fiancé is becoming upset that she has no time for him. (IMHO, that guy ought to shut up and go along for the ride. Plenty of guys--not me of course--would love to be in his shoes.) We split the bill and went our separate ways.
The organizer in our family accompanied the boys to the movie. Meanwhile my assignment was to stroll several blocks to a men’s clothier, where she had ordered some jackets and trousers that needed to be altered to accommodate certain physical features that have expanded over the years, gym membership notwithstanding. Although I have an ample supply of clothes, the majority are in a state of disrepair. The organizer is embarrassed by my frayed sleeves and collars, worn linings, and missing buttons. She knows that people blame her, and not her husband, for his slovenliness. So unfair.
I walked over to Peets and sipped black coffee and waited for the film to finish. It’s been months since I took 90 minutes to read the paper and strangely liberating to be “trapped” in a state of enforced idleness.
The movie-goers exited onto the sidewalk, and we headed over to Jeffrey’s Hamburgers for onion rings and milkshakes.
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