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  • My computer was getting slower and slower and my printer gave up the HP ghost. I went to my friend's house in a faraway western suburb. He always has software that solves everything. After hours of laborious trial and error my computer ran as good as ever and had a new BFF, my on-sale-inkjet printer. His lady came home from work and decided it was definitely a going out to dinner evening. After a yelp search for local restaurants and several phone calls it was getting dark and we had not decided on what sounded right. I often drive out Center Ridge when I come to visit so the Italian restaurant in an old house that always looks so inviting came to mind. My friends knew where I meant and agreed if nothing seems right then go Italian. Off we went to Frankie's. It had been a warm autumn day with clear skies and leaves at their best. But these same glorious days have sort of creepy evenings with early darkness, falling leaves, and dropping temperatures. We walked quickly from the shadowy parking lot to the bright little restaurant. Every one of the close together tables was occupied and covered with large white plates of typical southern Italian food. We sat in a corner after a waitress assured us a table would be ready in a few minutes. At the table we each scanned the menu looking for the Italian food of our past. The menu is just that a listing of Italian American home cooking. I grew up eating rigatoni, he grew up in a northern Italian house so no red sauce for him, and she was raised in a home where when her dad was alive only angel hair was suitable. We each ordered deep dishes of our favorites as the servers adeptly kept every table happy. The red sauce on my stove pipes was neither sweet as too many are nor bland as others are. The meatballs were large, tender and tasted of having a long simmer in the sauce. She thought of her father and how much he would have liked to share her angel hair and meatballs. My friend said his linguine with pesto hit the spot. We left that busy and cozy restaurant and somehow even though Halloween was looming the night seemed safe and friendly.
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