On this date, in 1387

On this date, in 1387, 29 pilgrims left Southwark’s Tabard Inn, bound for Canterbury. Literary history was made, the mother of all road stories, Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. The first Spring Break of record? [Or would that be Homer’s Odyssey?] Taking a spring break from my strenuous schedule, I had lunch with a Virgo. Coffee and astrology charts at the Flight Path. Then, on the swing homeward, we pulled into the boot repair center, right across the street from Hyde Park Bar & Grill — I can’t remember the name, but the guy was highly recommended. So I sat down, pulled off my boots, handed them to him, and walked out the door barefoot. I thought it was a first, but no, the repair guy allowed as how a guy in a suit did the same thing once. Heard really bad news from one of my Silicone Valley Girls: “Death before food service, baby.” [She’s now looking for work.] I still can’t dance. As much as I make an effort to disabuse non–Texas people about how civilized we can be around here, there are always a few bad stories.