Return of Cronyism

After 13 months of a Covid-filled void, I saw a portion of my cronies again, and I may have found a new one or two. For months I have been pining about the fact that the only cronies I have seen during Covid have been the people who work at the market and the bagel store. While I will keep them as cronies going forward, they will no longer be the only ones in my life.

Yesterday, I took my Porsche Rhodium Silver Cayman GTS to see its brethren. While there, I saw my PCA LA cronies, or at least a subset of them. My Cayman was ecstatic, as I drove it about 70 miles round trip to breakfast and back, all at freeway speeds. It has been cranky, because it has just been sitting in my driveway like a patient pet for so many months. It has been serviced twice since Covid began, but each time the dealer sent a flatbed to pick it up and return it. So this was the most exercise it has had in forever.

It was also the most I have driven in forever. It felt good to drive and listen to loud music and chill.

It felt better to see my cronies. They had been out of sight for so long, I lost sight of how much I missed the simple act of seeing them, their cars, and relaxing over a culinarily imperfect breakfast. Yesterday reminded me of what I had been missing.

We met at Stonehaus in Westlake Village. It is set up really well for a Covid, socially distanced cars and coffee. The parking lot is large and was cordoned off for our cars. The eating area was spacious with a good number of socially distanced tables that were large enough for us to sit in a socially distanced manner. Breakfast was really relaxing, as the eating area overlooked a small vineyard. The coffee was good. The breakfast burrito, well, it was inexpensive, prepared en masse and edible, but I didn’t go for the food anyway.

I went to see cronies, and I did. I am glad they are back in my life. I hope they can continue to be.