Patrick

Patrice

I grew up in paris. My family was quit rich so I never really learned how to fend for myself like I did when I moved to clevland. I moved to clevland for work and became very wealthy from owning a cafe “Cafe duFour.” I named it after my last name. I had a very good business. I had customers which is all I thought I needed but I was wrong. I had two types of customers regulars and drifters regulars were customers saw everyday and they talked to me and new my name. Drifters would come almost ever day and would never talk to me. One day when a group of regulars came in they told me of a graden down in gibb street. Once I heard of this I went and got carrot seeds and celery was going to grow these for stew. I went down one day and planted my plants I also brought some coffee grinds to get the soil good. Someone saw this and asked for some so I gave them some and didn't think much of it. When harvest came around I was sitting at the garden cutting my plants and cleaning them and putting them in my pot for stew that night and wondering were I would get stake and paste. I felt like a drifter at my store never talking to anyone exept that first day. All of a sudden the lady who I gave coffee grownds to came over to me and gave me stake and paste. She had been waching and guessed I needed it. She also invited me to come to a bonfire at some ones garden plot. I said yes. I guickly ran home and got the stew ready and came back. When I got back and started eating the stew and sharing it I noticed it didnt taste good so I said sorry. Right away people started putting stuff in my stew eggplant, parsley you name it everyone was putting in a peice of them in it. The taste amazing you would thing stew with ginger in it would taste bad but oh it was good we named it gibb street stew and made it every year. It never tasted the same way it did on that night maybe it was the fire or the meat but I feel it was because thats when I changed from a drifter to a regular. Part of that was because of Sam I had met him a year ago in France at a coffee shop I worked for he had hosted a peace gathering there and he had planned it with me when I worked there. Once he saw me at gibb street he immediately noiced it was me we talked all night intil he invited me to his house. When ever I came over or he came to my house he would talk about rallies he had and I would talk about land lords and coffee shop owners. We had a great friendship I even offered him a job at my coffee shop and he exepted. We would talk about the "good old days" when the gaden was still new. I wil always rememeber that amazing night at the bonfire and will never forget it.

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