The Manville Residence
12/05/08 23:11
Just outside Providence
in the state of Rhode Island in a town called Manville,
lies a small coffee shop. It’s located in the front of
a delightful two story wooden building on the outskirts
of town. Every morning the locals will make a point of
driving by to get a cup of coffee and a smile.
The sign hangs
loosely over the door, and every now and then the wind
will get a hold of it forcing it to swing back and
forth and thereby call upon the neighbors with its
sirenlike squeaking. According to the locals the coffee
isn’t even that good, but it’s their coffee and it’s
served with a smile - hell, she’ll even throw in some
cream and a little sugar if you’re nice.
On sundays after service they come here as well. The laughter is joyful and careless and they’ll be standing all the way out in the street smiling and talking about the sermon. They’ll also be talking about if the Red Sox can win the 3rd title or if those damn Yankees will get back in gear once Alex Rodrigues returns. But most of all they’ll have their coffee, and they will get it at the little white and blue shop in Manville.
On the second floor, just over the entrance to the coffee shop is a porch. The porch belongs to the tenants who rent the 2nd floor from Luci, the elderly woman who lives next to the coffee shop. The tenants are two childhood friends, both working in construction - they go by the names Luc and Nate.
We’ve been invited
to stay at their house for as long as we want to, and
they’re driving us around Providence to see all the
things we’re interested in seeing, so things couldn’t
really be any better.
Right now they’re both incapacitated from the meal we made them - a special serving of danish meatballs with potatoes and gravy - and they just might have had what one could call “The Fatal Meatball”. Actually we suspect that for Nate it was the celebratory serving of three potatoes with a scoop of gravy that did the job, but that can only be speculation on our part.
Tomorrow night we’ll be visiting Providence again, and if lucky we’ll get to revisit the italian quarters and get a little more of the local pasta.
On sundays after service they come here as well. The laughter is joyful and careless and they’ll be standing all the way out in the street smiling and talking about the sermon. They’ll also be talking about if the Red Sox can win the 3rd title or if those damn Yankees will get back in gear once Alex Rodrigues returns. But most of all they’ll have their coffee, and they will get it at the little white and blue shop in Manville.
On the second floor, just over the entrance to the coffee shop is a porch. The porch belongs to the tenants who rent the 2nd floor from Luci, the elderly woman who lives next to the coffee shop. The tenants are two childhood friends, both working in construction - they go by the names Luc and Nate.
Right now they’re both incapacitated from the meal we made them - a special serving of danish meatballs with potatoes and gravy - and they just might have had what one could call “The Fatal Meatball”. Actually we suspect that for Nate it was the celebratory serving of three potatoes with a scoop of gravy that did the job, but that can only be speculation on our part.
Tomorrow night we’ll be visiting Providence again, and if lucky we’ll get to revisit the italian quarters and get a little more of the local pasta.
12/05/08 00:45
