Creative comfort in vibrant downtown Lawrence, KS. Do save room for pie!
Downtown Lawrence Kansas
Joined on 12 August, 2014
My grandparents had a colony of cranky bees in the siding of their farmhouse that they counted as insulation. Sometimes what stings us will also keep us warm. Stir something of that old lesson into the model. Plan another month of sack lunches & grocery boxes with real butter.
Space age plexiglass dining pods with aerosol hoses plumbed in to automatically disinfect every surface with a fog of sanitizer between guests. Extravagant hands-free delivery systems, conveyer belts parading lines of chicken fried steaks and pancakes like luggage.
Human contact reduced to the barest minimum with ridiculous upgrades if those things could exist at all. Ours is an industry of single digit profit margins when we’re running at full capacity, but even if such contraptions were available and we could afford them...
Contact is not required, of course, but the sterility and loss of closeness feels unthinkably disconnective. Who even are we without those things? I keep hearing we’re all in this together but lots of our regulars these days don’t have consistent access to water and soap.
...why would we want to? Our work is centered in hugs and high fives, heads bent together laughing, peek-a-booing the babies and pushing in chairs for the grannies, millions of moments spent in closeness with one another beneath the overstory of a vibrant community exchange.
In truth, things are foggy right now and I can’t see a clear way back to what we were… before. Before, Ladybird was a swirling patchwork of color and movement, worn in the places it’s been loved the most. We’ve never pretended to be polished or any sort of a tight ship.
Sometimes it’s Woody Guthrie or Stevie Wonder, his payment for lunch and quite possibly the sweetest tip we’ve ever received. Scratchy, slightly off key, it’s what he has. When he told us that his old one didn’t play all the notes, Erin bought him 2 new harmonicas, a G and a C.