Our Dinners with Vince

Howdy Vince, how's it goin'
Here in Portland it's always snowin'
Thinking of your meals
gets the juices flowing,
trying to be oh so loquacious
describing memories gustatatious.
Thinking of you in all your glory
in vital matters gustatory.
The seafood paella in Berkeley's Hills
scallops, shrimps & clams in their shells.
Our tastebuds are quivering still,
"More, more," they said, as the plates were cleaned,
And Vince, with a gleam, topped off the meal with coffee and cream.

The carbonara! the baby-back ribs so yummily charred
In the Brooklyn backyard.

And who could forget those steep Bernal heights
with the stairs to the backyard a vertiginous fright.
Like a jet to the Hudson we swooped down the stairs
carrying dishes & platters of wondrous fare;
shrimp cocktail, salad of Caesar,
heady intoxicants, ice from the freezer.
With Maestro Vincenzo
conducting the feast
with fine food, warm friendship,
and, last but not least:
Salud! on your Birthday!
Buon Compleanno!- capisce?!
We miss you guys!!!!
Love, Althea and Richard