Last night, our cooler blew a wheel on the way home from the Grove. This morning, as I was cleaning it, I discovered that our bottle of Cathead vodka had broken as I dragged the cooler home. I gingerly rescued the remaining items from the ice water, and discarded the cooler.
This afternoon, as I was walking into a gathering of friends, I stepped on an empty beer bottle, sending shards of broken glads in every direction.
This evening, at the aforementioned function, I broke the top off of a bottle when I used the wrong end of a pointed church key.
A year ago this morning, I picked my friend's belongings from the shattered remains of his windshield.
Until today, that was the last time I'd encountered broken glass. God has a funny way of reminding you about what's important.
Showing posts with label Craig Noone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Craig Noone. Show all posts
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Parlor Market reopens at 5:30 p.m. Wednesday night
I am pleased to announce that Parlor Market will reopen tomorrow night at 5:30 p.m. The staff will need your continued support. Let's see what you got, Jackson.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
"Thank you for always supporting us!"
"Thank you for always supporting us!" That was the last text I received from my friend, Craig Noone.
Craig and I met at Mississippi College, and formed a bond only smuggled booze at a small Baptist school can create. I left for law school, he went off to culinary school, and years later we found ourselves in yet another small, tight-knit community, sharing dreams of a new Downtown and beer that no longer needed hiding.
Parlor Market is the physical manifestation of one of Craig's Downtown visions. And as wonderful as the food is, as unique as the drink selection is, the people of Parlor Market are better. As we gathered Friday evening, bartender extraordinaire Robert Arender shared something with me that Craig had once said to him. Craig, justifiably proud of his staff, told Robert, "I'm the best hirer." Well, as Craig's fellow Mississippi legend Dizzy Dean correctly said, it ain't bragging if you back it up. And back it up Craig did.
Craig, through his tireless efforts and his brilliance, transformed perceptions of Downtown Jackson and the palates of Mississippians. He created a place of which we could boast; a source of pride for us Downtown dwellers. He took to his task with abandon, and succeeded wildly.
Many with whom I have spoken have mentioned the void that Craig's absence will create in our Capital City. I prefer to look at the presence he created. It is certainly the way he would have wanted it.
Upon opening, Parlor Market became the center of Downtown Jackson life. It is where we go to celebrate birthdays, get engaged, woo clients, share with friends, and twist off the stress of a long day at work. It is, in many ways, a foundational pillar of Jackson life.
And that's what gets me about that last text I received from my friend. I should have been the one saying that to him.
Craig and I met at Mississippi College, and formed a bond only smuggled booze at a small Baptist school can create. I left for law school, he went off to culinary school, and years later we found ourselves in yet another small, tight-knit community, sharing dreams of a new Downtown and beer that no longer needed hiding.
Parlor Market is the physical manifestation of one of Craig's Downtown visions. And as wonderful as the food is, as unique as the drink selection is, the people of Parlor Market are better. As we gathered Friday evening, bartender extraordinaire Robert Arender shared something with me that Craig had once said to him. Craig, justifiably proud of his staff, told Robert, "I'm the best hirer." Well, as Craig's fellow Mississippi legend Dizzy Dean correctly said, it ain't bragging if you back it up. And back it up Craig did.
Craig, through his tireless efforts and his brilliance, transformed perceptions of Downtown Jackson and the palates of Mississippians. He created a place of which we could boast; a source of pride for us Downtown dwellers. He took to his task with abandon, and succeeded wildly.
Many with whom I have spoken have mentioned the void that Craig's absence will create in our Capital City. I prefer to look at the presence he created. It is certainly the way he would have wanted it.
Upon opening, Parlor Market became the center of Downtown Jackson life. It is where we go to celebrate birthdays, get engaged, woo clients, share with friends, and twist off the stress of a long day at work. It is, in many ways, a foundational pillar of Jackson life.
And that's what gets me about that last text I received from my friend. I should have been the one saying that to him.
Friday, October 14, 2011
A gathering of Craig's friends will be held at Hal & Mal's at 5 p.m. today.
I promised a better post about my friend Craig. This is not it.
As the title says, there will be a gathering at Hal & Mal's at 5 p.m. All who knew and loved Craig are invited.
I have spoken with folks at Parlor Market, and it is their desire that they be allowed to grieve privately. The restaurant is closed for the weekend.
As the title says, there will be a gathering at Hal & Mal's at 5 p.m. All who knew and loved Craig are invited.
I have spoken with folks at Parlor Market, and it is their desire that they be allowed to grieve privately. The restaurant is closed for the weekend.
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