Another disappointment leads to a new intersection point
Remember how I went to see Lavern at Phoenix – missed her – but landed up meeting Mikey after so many years? A somewhat similar thing happened again before I wrapped up my business trip last week.
The last meeting for the last day was over around 5PM. Dinner with office folks were set around 7PM. I had 2 hours. Of course, the first instinct was to check out another Gin distillery. The one that I had my mind on was Aviation. It is one of the original gin distilleries in Portland and is a pioneer of what is called American style gin. This style is lower on the juniper side and higher on the citrus front.
Google maps said they were open till 6 PM. Managed to convince Anand to drive us there. We probably reached around 5:20 or so. And they were closed!! With a big “Private Party” sign on it! I could see that there was nobody inside but there was no way to go in.
Totally disheartened, I was wondering what to do. I still had time. Anand suggested that we check out some other distillery. Instead, I suddenly remembered something. I asked him – “Isn’t the Doubletree nearby here?”. He confirmed that it was. (He has moved to Portland a few months back). “Let’s go. I will introduce you to a friend there”.
And that friend is somebody I had met about three years back. Joel was the bartender at The Den in the Marriott downtown hotel. One lonely evening when virtually no one was there, we got to know each other. I wrote up about him back in 2014. I still remember he teaching me a few new cocktails and I winning the contest of who could name the strangest vodka. (I said Sriracha vodka. Yes, there exists such a thing).
Presently, both Anand and I walked up into the Doubletree bar which was extremely crowded but we managed to get near the bar. The barman looked at us and asked “How can I help you?”. And the next thing he said was “Hey, it is you”!! He recognized me in one shot.
He even managed to get us two empty chairs at the bar. In between all the running around he was doing, we managed to catch up on each others’ lives. I had gotten to know his story about early childhood before. Now I found out that he has gotten married a few months back and more excitedly, is looking forward to his first European trip ever in a few more weeks.
I told him about my research on gins. In the meanwhile, he had my favorite evening drink made for me and Anand – an Old Fashioned. He taught me a different way of making it that he had learnt from two famous bartenders. Basically, you do not muddle the orange peel or the cherry – you just add them as garnish. The syrup and bittesr were in perfect proportions. Anand declared that it was the best old fashioned he ever had. It was certainly one of the best I have had.
In the end, he was getting busy and I had a dinner to go to. Joel lined up all the gin bottles he had to mark my research on gins and then Anand took a picture of both of us!!
That was a great time had meeting a person I had accidentally met and made friends with three years back. This meeting was far more deliberate (although luck was involved) and renewed our friendship!!

5 miles of slow run…
Took all the advise from Facebook friends today to see how the left leg would hold up. Raghu’s suggestion to slow down probably made the biggest difference. Slowed down to a 12 min/mile pace but stayed with the hills instead of the flat trails. Like Stephen and Grace suggested – did the full stretches and hot tub thing too. As much as I hate foam rollers, decided to try that too as Grace had suggested.
The run itself was not too problematic. The uphills were a little more stiffer that normal but overall, not an issue. At the end of the run, I realized I was stiff like I have been experiencing in the recent past.
But here is the good news. Doing a lot more stretching and the foam roller did get rid of most of the stiffness. The leg is definitely feeling better now.
I am thinking of taking a blood thinner for the next few days before any run. Also, I am going to change shoes to lot more cushioned ones. Got some good tips from my friend Bob VanderMeer.

From the bartender’s corner – Sweet Melissa
From the bartender’s corner – The Perfect Dutch Courage
10 miles in a cloudy day
The left leg is becoming increasing troublesome. In the second mile the part between the calf and the ankle stiffened up and started causing pain. Gave a break for two minutes and then tried slowing down, speeding up and all sorts of variations. All the muscles on the left – the glutes, quads, hams and calf are very stiff and sore. I get a feeling this is affecting my stride and soon might affect the knee or hips.
Anybody with running experience – do you have any idea what to do (other than reducing miles that is). I am trying stretching and warm presses regularly.
On the good side, ran into the Colsons! I had not seen Chris in some three years or so!!
From the bartender’s corner – A1 (made from Dutch Courage)
To continue with the Dutch Courage series, last evening, before sitting with music, tried to make a cocktail that was originally featured in Cafe Royal Cocktail Book in 1937 by W.J.Tarling. The idea was to see how much the Grand Mariner could prevail over the junipers or the lemons. The answer – completely overwhelmed. I frankly could not detect much of the junipers or lemon in the drink. On the sweeter side, this was more of a orange based cocktail.
The soft and sweet color is the effect of the Grand Marnier and grenadine.
Gin (Dutch Courage), Grand Marnier, dash of grenadine and a dash of lemon juice.

That was a long week…
Speaking of mixed messages…
So, I came back home. That was her cue to leave home. She dutifully took the daughter to the dance class.
But made the classical mistake of letting me know that she had cooked “ghugni”. You can check Wikipedia for this. And you will learn that there this is not a dish that can be rejected by somebody faint of the heart.
Let’s just say somebody finished the whole bowl of ghugni, taking full advantage of nobody else being at home. To speak of nothing of not having eaten any home cooked home for a week. And that somebody suddenly realized that she was going to be home….
Attempting for a soft landing, he sent the following message (see pic).
And he received the response in the pic.
The smiley was great! Maybe I was off the hook. But then came the ominous “almost home”. That can go either way. Right now, I am having pictures going thru my mind of a school teacher with her glasses down her nose and a stick in her hand reprimanding her student……

The countdown never stops. You just reset the clock.
There are few things that qualify as being more “American” than being a new house owner. With a mighty mortgage interest to pay, I might add. It was barely five minutes that I had walked into my first house in Texas than when an elderly lady (turned out later I found out she was my dad’s age) came to introduce herself. That was my first meeting with our the-then-neighbor Lavern. Later, we got to know her daughter Melanye who was my age and Sharmila and Melanye had kids almost at the same time and we just became great neighbors. Lavern bought a Maltese dog. Natasha got so attached to it that eventually we had to get our own Maltese.
Unfortunately, life has a way to tear you apart. First, we left Dallas. But I kept up with Lavern. Never missed going by our house when business would take me to Dallas. Never missed talking to her on her birthday.
Then the walk thru the darkness started. She called me up one day to let me know that Melanye had met an untimely death. Frankly, I still block myself off from that and have not processed it totally. Jim – Lavern’s husband, had taken a turn for the worse. They moved to Phoenix. Then he passed away. She made me promise to her that I will visit her when I come to Phoenix.
The phone calls continued. And then one fine December 2nd, the call said that the number was not valid no more. No problem, I said… she has new numbers. So, I sent her an email. I know by rote her email id. I had helped her set up the AOL account. Mail bounced back!! I was helpless. I had no ability now to reach out to Lavern. In USA!!! I tried a few usual tricks – checked Facebook etc for her or her other daughter (I got to know her too). No luck!
For about three years, I continued to search the internet for property records and white pages to look for her. I had narrowed it down to one address but no phone number. And three years later, I was in Phoenix airport to drive to Tucson this week. I had my math worked out. I would dash to the address – surprise her and in 45 minutes start screaming down I-10 for the Board member meeting in Tucson.
Except that she did not live in that address!! However – and there is a long story about who I met there – I will write about it later – but, I did find Lavern’s new address and that was all I needed. Presently, I pulled into a complex that has been built for seniors. After going thru security, my biggest problem was finding the house. I was going around in my car all over looking for house number 322. Stopped three people in the complex. Very old folks. But very helpful folks. Nevertheless, of no help to me since they did not know or remember how the numbering scheme worked in their place. One even had to yell at her husband to remind her what their own house number was. [Some day, I want to sit with that couple – you know – just to spend a little time with them]
In my frustration, I was going from street to street and one point, in my desperation, I backed out so hard, the wheel of my rental car hit something. I came out to check the damage. Fortunately, it was only the tires and rim that were scraped. Thanking my luck, I came back and sat down in the car. Looked up – and there it was – house #322. Hallelujah!!! Heaven knows, I needed that break!
Parked the car – not so legally, I think – there and ran in thru the gate.
Pressed the bell. No response.
“Lavern?”, I yelled. No response.
“Lavern?”, I yelled again hoping to wake her up from her afternoon sleep,
There was a muffled “Yes?”. Somebody was desperately trying to wake up from sleep.
Good news – somebody was there! Bad news – nobody that sounded like Lavern.
Very afraid that I had hit a wall, I bleated out “Lavern, this is Rajib here”.
“Huh”? The voice – a little more coherent – said.
You can imagine me. Here is a brown stranger barging into an Arizona house with a small but finite possibility of getting shot for mistaken identity. I had to quickly establish that I was not a burglar or anything. So, I put my office jacket on that I was carrying in my hand. Like that was going to help me against the bullet 🙂
“Lavern?”, was my next – and completely unthought thru step.
“Huh?”. This time the voice was clearer. And was certainly in the process of waking up.
Wait a minute, Rajib, I said to myself. You know that voice! Wait… Wait…Wait… and then I yelled
“Mikey? Is that you?”
“Yes”.
!!!!!!!
“Mikey, this is Natasha’s dad. Your next door neighbor from Coppell”.
The whole scenario changed!
“REALLY???” was the yell that came out from inside. He recognized me in on shot. A lot of noises inside the house later, out came a sleepy guy in sleeping clothes. And the only think I could recognize was his face.
“I can’t believe you came to see us!!!”, he said.
We hugged each other for what seemed like ages.
Over the next 15 minutes or so, we reconstructed her lives back. Turns out he moved from Texas to join a community college in Phoenix and live with his grandmother. He has plans of going back to Texas (Texas Tech to be precise) soon. Lavern, unfortunately, was at a bible study at that time. I missed her. But I got to see Mikey.
I apologize, I forgot to mention to you – the kids that Sharmila and Melanye had around the same time? – they are Natasha and Mikey. You can see why we were close. Thru the whole time, he kept saying – “I can’t believe you came to see us”. And I was like “I can’t believe I am with you”.
“I have something to show you”, I told him.
“What”?
You see the night before I started my weeklong business trip, I had searched my photo database and saved out a few pictures of Lavern from nearly 20 years back, hoping to show them to her when I met her. For whatever reasons, I found and saved some pictures of Mikey too! And the dog that inspired us to get Princess!!
I showed him the picture!
“That’s me?”, he asked.
“What do you think?”.
He is the guy in the red sweater with that Maltese dog, by the way!!!
I had to take leave soon. Else I would be late. But not before I had taken down Lavern’s new contacts.
An hour into the drive, I got the expected call from Lavern. We talked again like those good old days. And like those good old days, she asked me “Promise me you will come and visit me whenever you are in Phoenix”.
“Lavern, if I could keep my promise the first time after so many years, I certainly can do it the second time. You just keep yourself healthy. I will be back”.
And the countdown started….clocks had been reset….. again….



