On a walk in Red Hook one idle afternoon this week, we were reminded of a latent wintertime dream.
With summer's graceful exit, one breezy afternoon at a time, and Fall's eminent arrival, our minds wander to a season of dinner parties, of COUNCIL celebrations to come, of pipe dreams fallen by the wayside.
And now it seems that the moment is upon us to restate one such dream:
Ms.Weaver,
Our intentions have not faded, our resolution remains firm.
Your presence is requested for a COUNCIL supper in your honor.
Whenever you deem it appropriate we will prepare for you the most
delicious dinner you have ever imagined (accommodating whatever
dietary restrictions you may possess, of course) to be served in our
most grateful company at our now much larger shop in Brooklyn
on a bustling Atlantic Avenue.
Won't you join us?
Sincerely,
COUNCIL
