Bobby's little tree

A dude came into the store a few weeks back. When he said he was the Executive Chef at Fort Defiance, I was pleased to finally meet the man responsible for what I'd been blabbing about for weeks as the "best hamburger on earth". (Plus all their other stuff rocks too.)

Anyway, he carted off his newly acquired merch but left behind a truss planter... I promised to stuff a plant into it.

Just before my Mom returned home a few days ago, she helped me pick out a suitable plant from Liberty Sunset Garden Center. Mom raised her first garden with her sister Paula when they were 3 and 4 years old during World War 2. Following the attack on Pearl Harbor the family was relocated from Navy housing that was too close to the coast and considered too dangerous. In the temporary housing tract they took it upon themselves to start a garden, and both Mom and auntie Paula have been tending to plants ever since then.

So naturally I consulted her while she was here in Brooklyn about the proper method of choosing and re-potting plants.

This is the result: little "Tree-ey".

Let's join Tree-ey now as he bids a solemn farewell to all his little friends at Everbrite Mercantile Company.


He'll forever remember the after hours drinking with the wood table crowd. Their rambunctious hijinks and semi-homoerotic roughhousing will be sorely missed. Squirrel patch and the playing card twins are the ones who usually get in trouble, but deer paper clips is the real instigator. He's a rascal, that one.




Although often cliquish and mean, the girly jewelry and tchotchke gang who hang out on the big dresser could sometimes surprise you with expressions of deep empathy and compassion. Tree-ey never did like to hang out with them too much - for some reason he found their loud gum-chewing to be a bit off-putting. Despite their differences, the farewell party was filled with many tears and some inappropriate groping.




Mimmo Plane and Eames Blocks were over by themselves as usual, people-watching and making ironic observations... obviously the youngest siblings in their respective families. They're always good for a laugh. In fact, that's all they're good for.




There was a little bit of awkwardness with Eclipse Bottle Opener who had brought her boyfriend cottage incense burner to the party. That damned drunken idiot Moose shot glass opened his big fat mouth about the "incident in the bathroom". Crow bottle opener tried to cover it up with a loud story about a bad case of inner thigh chafing while wearing corduroy shorts in summer camp, but the boyfriend could sense that there was something fishy.

soooo anyways... Tree-ey makes a new home tomorrow at Bobby D's place.

Good luck Tree-ey.