1. Scott and I went on an endless circle, north on 4th, then south on 3rd, in search of the Garnet Cafe in Coeur d'Alene. A text message from Bentley, from the Salmon River, told us it was behind the Syringa. We found the Syringa. Behind it: the Garnet Cafe. Closed on Mondays.
2. So Scott and I went to Nosworthy's Hall of Fame and complemented our laughter and conversation with omelets. Mine was Chuck's delight, an intoxicating blend of bacon, sausage, cheese, onions, and God only knows or remembers what else and plentiful hash browns, buttered sourdough toast, and and hearty coffee. It was worth circling Cd'A's Midtown for nearly a half an hour to finally arrive at the former Ground Round for this epic breakfast.
3. Scott and I were able to somehow to waddle our way over to the Spokane Valley and visit Bruce at his place of employment. Bruce invited us to go to lunch. Had we, we would have re-enacted the wafer-thin mint scene from The Meaning of Life.
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