July 12 & 13, 2002: On this Perfect Summer Day

American Flatbread – Flatbread Kitchen

Dedication

Friday and Saturday July 12 and 13, 2002

Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to

On This Perfect Summer Day

On this perfect summer day

I awoke to a cool breeze

Blowing in my bedroom window

I rose and washed and went downstairs

And kissed my son good morning

On this perfect summer day

I made breakfast of French toast

Made with good bread, and fresh eggs

And whole organic milk.

I fried these in oil and butter in a cast iron skillet

And ate all of this with sweet maple syrup

And juice and three slices of delicious cured meat

After this meal I brushed my teeth and showered

Quickly, I packed my work-a-day things,

Kissed my wife, and drove to work

The sun was brilliant. The trees and field verdant

From the recent rains, and the air was both

Crisp and warm, although I do not know how

On this perfect summer day

I worked at my desk and got away from it at every chance

I talked in person and on the phone I wrote notes to customers

Who had written me

I cleaned up after the dog and counted the pumpkin plants in our field

(almost 3000)

On this perfect summer day

I spoke with Declan’s parents.

They came to visit the place

Of their son’s death.

Sometimes, even on perfect days,

We need to cry.

Thanks for coming tonight.

Love,

George