Traffic seemed to be on my side, since there was virtually no stopping or slowing down during my travel to The Blue Vineyard. My car’s wheels screeched as I stopped on an open parking spot, just in front of the restaurant. I checked my watched: “Oh wow, its 10:56! I can’t believe I made it.” I thought to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed an entrance door open and marched to Frank who was waving me down, on a far corner table with two other gentlemen sitting nearby him.
Our little social gathering lasted hardly two hours, talking about an endless assortment of topics. Frank and I shook hands with the two men and we parted ways, at least until our next scheduled meeting. It’s odd, throughout the time talking about projects and film ideas, and other technicalities of our jobs, I couldn’t remain concentrated.