Sunday, July 02, 2006
Vahik's Cafe
It is not really a cafe and I don't have any pictures. Vahik has a coffee stand in the parking lot on the corner of Nautilus and La Jolla Blvd. It is shaped like a Volkswagen bug chopped off at the top and it has 38 coffee beans painted on it. I know this because my son once counted them all in exchange for Vahik giving him a biscotti. I talk to Vahik everyday on my way into work and there are always a gaggle of neighborhood characters there. Anyway, several days ago Vahik was sporting a new hat. It was a camouflage baseball hat with a Wind'n Sea sort of logo on a shield in the front of it. This hat represents some kind of fraternity of beach rats from the area a group of which (Vahik among them) had also gone to France for a foosball tourney and had a wonderful time getting their asses kicked. Even amongst this group these hats are apparently valuable because Vahik was only allowed to have one when he agreed to post a large picture of the original owner's parents; this was a black-and-white from what looked like the late '40s or early '50s. I found the story kind of funny (you really have to see the picture) and showed up the next day with a small black-and-white of my parents holding me in probably 1955, with some unknown women standing next to us. Vahik thought that was funny and so started a "gallery" on his volkswagen coffee stand. Today, while I was at the volkswagen recovering from riding to Swamis (see below), some other customers were looking at the pictures and wondered where the "extra hands" on the original picture. Somehow there was another person hiding in the picture or some speculation that perhaps a mannequin was somehow involved. This discovery immediately cheapened my picture -- there were no curious appendages or inexplicable digits anywhere. Vahik wondered if I might have something that would work. As it sits now, my little picture is still there .. but far outclassed - I will have to find something.
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