Project Green Fork hosts Love Food, Hate Waste Friday evening from 6 to 8 at the Memphis Made taproom. It’s an opportunity to learn how to reduce food waste at home and connect with other people interested in sustainability. The first 50 get a free beer or nonalcoholic beverage. There will be a culinary demo turning kitchen scraps into delicious treats. Project Green Fork will present food waste trivia with prizes. Free and family friendly.
In other Memphis Made news, they have Opinionation, a survey-based game, every Wednesday at 7.
One more piece of Memphis Made news – Walt Phelan Band plays there Saturday at 9:30. It’s the unofficial Porchfest after-party.
The Dance Into The Summer series happens 5 to 7 every Thursday in April in Handy Park. Live music by the Stax Academy, featuring a tribute to the blues. Free admission. Bring a blanket or lawn chair.
Did you know the spiral boat dock at Beale Street Landing is a secret river gauge?
From Retrofit Magazine: Local ironworks is now Memphis fine-dining restaurant
Old Dominick has produced a 7-year-old single barrel wheat whiskey.
The Rendezvous is selling Easter hams. 6-9 pounds. Every ham comes with a bottle of TigerTail Sweet Glazed Mustard.
The dire wolf, which went extinct 12,000 years ago, is back.
Okay. Those of you who are only here for the news are dismissed;
those who take an interest in me, read on.
I went to Memphis Chess Club Saturday and Sunday morning. It’s a great place to use the Wi-Fi to write my blog.
A Coke at the Chess Club costs $2.14 including tax. I had $4.35 left on my Venmo debit card. So I had enough to “pay rent” for the table space I was taking up and the Wi-Fi both days.
But I didn’t have enough to tip.
I had a little cash in my wallet, I needed some of it to pay to get in the Union Mission both nights. I needed the rest of it to pay rent on a barstool at Bardog later in the day so I could see my friends.
“I – I – I’m SO very sorry I hit the No Tip button,” I told the cashier/barista at Chess Club. “I’m just terribly short on money right now.”
She smiled and said it was no big deal. She’s sweet.
I still felt like a dirtbag though.
I’ve got to get somewhere better in life. I’m grateful beyond words to the Union Mission for a place to lay my head for the past year. But it’s time to move on. I’ve just got to figure out how.
Maybe I’ll continue this train of thought tomorrow. Back with more news.
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