Tried to post this next from the thingy on the 31st, but it went awry:
Well, I really don't know what this means...
but I gather that Garrett is a local musician here in Greenport (across the water from Shelter Island, where we've been these last few days). The sign is in Aldo's window. Do you know Aldo Maiorana? We met him only once, a year or two ago in his last shop here, where I had one of the two or three best espresso's I've ever had. We bought some beans there, and Aldo, who roasts them, got all excited and opened the bag and wanted us to look at the beans we were buying, really look at them, and smell them. Anyway, since then a Starbucks has moved into town, Aldo has consolidated into one shop, almost across from the borg, and the pictured sign is in his window. Matt, the barkeep at the Frisky Oyster, is the one who told us that the Garrett is etc. All other meanings are elusive. Matt also told us that the Fifth Season moved from Greenport to Port Jeff because the town wouldn't let them add a second floor for more seating so the could make their nut and profit. This in a town that could use more successful local businesses. Instead there's now a Starbucks. A wella wella wella. Back to 'ittle 'ikey and the water. Ciao.
Two days before that, I meant to say:
Weather threatening all day, swinging between quiet and monster storm, energy up and down and all over the place. Headed late morning over to the infamous flea in Fort Green (and the NYT article here) - started pouring just as we got there, but let up enough for us to get totally mesmerized at the kimchi lady's booth (and buy some for later) and at the folks who were making sandwiches of local fresh ricotta, basil, salami and - your choice - peach or raspberry jam (and, yeah, we bought a couple of those, too).
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