Ricks Cafe' Americain - locally owned and operated

[rashid]

ONCE UPON A TIME.......
There was a grand old watering hole in Morocco known to the world as "Ricks" It was a place of pleasure and intrigue - an expatriot haven, frequented by every imaginable variation on the human theme - a place of magic and a place which represented neutral territory in a hostile world.

In those days I was traveling under the name of Robert Van and I fell in love with the place and it's inhabitants. Time went by and things changed until one day I arrived to find the lights out and a closed sign on the door. Saddened, I left, hoping to rekindle the spirit elsewhere but no matter where I travelled it just wasn't the same.

Even so, fond memories have a way of hanging on and the day came that I happened by the boarded up cafe' and saw a light inside. As it turned out, an old friend had decided to celebrate a personal landmark in her life by spending a quiet moment alone in the old joint. In time we were joined by the original proprietor who, although attached to the old girl, had decided to wash his hands of her.

One thing led to another and, after some negotiating, I have taken possession.

There won't be a lot of rules here. Management is quite tolerant of your quirks. Consider this to be your home away from home should you wish it. Leave your weapons and your prejudices at the door along with your egos please. Show respect, have fun and above all else, use this as a forum to become a better writer.

 

[rashid]

a new beginning

So - first things first - take the boards off the windows, sweep up the dust and clean everything. Get rid of the cobwebs and the leftover bad feelings - let in a little light and some fresh air - that's the ticket -

My old chair needs upholstering, the library is empty save for a few motheaten volumes no-one wanted, the fridge is empty and the patio looks a bit rough but what the hell - nothing a few bucks can't fix.

I like the work. Makes a man feel useful. So I'll putter and paint and fix and bring in a few of my own books; make a meal or two and turn on some lights. ...........candles will do til I can haul the ol' gen set from Phoenix......

Looking around a few hours later, I feel pretty good - it's already looking like home and, since I'm alone, I can have my shower from a skin bag full of warm water on the patio before performing a very personal little ceremony. Reaching into my backpack, I pull out a small, purple velvet bag and untie the drawstring that has kept its contents safe these many months.

A small collar, glittering with bright, polished stones lays in my hands. I carefully place it into a velvet lined case made of juniper wood from the desert, multihued with reds and browns, rubbed to a fine luster by my own hands and dedicate the place to one Miss honey B. who needed a champion and didn't find one.

God bless and keep you love - wherever you are. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you needed a backup"

So saying, I curl up on the old chair and indulge myself in a signed copy of "living synergistically" and a nice warm beer.

Maybe later, just for amusement, I'll read a few lines aloud ;-)

 

[rashid]

a light dinner of Orange Roughy

sauteed in butter and garlic with a pinch of Mrs Dash for seasoning. Blacken just slightly so as not to burn the butter and serve hot with parsley, lemon and salad. - Not bad for Monday ;-)

Pacing back and forth I read aloud from Mr Willhites precious little book "Life demands that man must confront situations - sometimes to change the situation - other times to change himself. "

"Now that we are aware that the quest is inside each one of us; that it is a search for peace of mind; that it is an ability to feel good about ourselves
physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, we can begin to examine in detail exactly how to achieve this state of happiness."

He goes on to talk about our "programming" and pretty much justifies my observation that humanity is born by accident, raised by accident and lives by accident until one magic day when a very precious few of us decide to live on purpose. Just because God gave us freedom of choice doesn't mean we choose to exercise that freedom. It's hard work. It requires effort. It takes willigness to fail in the pursuit of understanding.

We go through life on autopilot - responding to experience just like we respond to a door when we get to one. Autopilot. No thought required. How does it feel to think you love just about as passionately and with the same lack of consciousness with which you open a door or tie your shoe laces. Pitiful isn't it??????

Ah, but I pontificate - after all I'm alone in here lol and I can say whatever I want ;-)

 

[Cathay]

Ah Rashid.....I like the place again...

It looks lighter and brighter. I've come to "help". Big box
in my arms, I cross the slatted floor and drop my heavy load.
Out comes my cherished works of Jane Austen and Diana
Gabaldon. Some windex, towels and wood polisher. I have also
brought my cherished oolong tea, dried rose leaves, vanilla candles and a brand new attitude! (dat's the best part). Heavy
linen writing paper, some good ink pens.........and a smile.
"There are good memories here.....and more to come I'm sure.
I love the round table, it's beautiful wood and better imagery.
Like Camelot of Olde, no head is higher than the other, all
are equal and all are welcome. Looking forward to seeing
old friends and meeting new ones. I sit down, smile at that
handsome rogue and blow a kiss in the breeze.
Sighing happily, I note the warm breeze blowing in from the
open airy windows, cross over to the stereo, Time for some
Rita Coolidge I think. Time....for alot of things.

 

[rashid]

well hello there

and welcome as the first guest of a new beginning. I love how this old building lends itself to moods that change with the movement of the sun. In the daytime it's bright and airy, palm fronds blowing in a light breeze and thick whitewashed walls keeping everything cool with a little help from the overhead fans.

In the evening it's sultry; polished wood floors glowing in the light of a hundred candles, curtains blowing and soft music throbbing sensuously like a lovers touch.

There's still lots to be done but Artful and his Dream have worked tirelessly to make ready for an opening celebration. I couldn't have arranged a better time for my 500th post . Happy 4th - let freedom ring

 

[Cathay]

Happy 500th! Rashid, mayhaps

your title should be Keeper of the Faith. Since that is what
you are trying to do. Keep on keepin' on dear man! Your
vision is simple and clear and not cluttered with ego. I like
that about you!

 

[cgraven]

CONGRDULATIONS RASHID ON YOUR 500TH


A small token of my esteem.

I place a bottle of “Pusser’s Rum” on the bar

From one old salt to another ……… Well done Rashid.

 

[rashid]

Hey CG Thanks for the boost -

nice of you to drop by and say hello - haven't seen a bottle of Pussers in about 30 years - I thought they outlawed that stuff

 

[cgraven]

Rashid, not yet but it helps to have freinds in low places. I know a couple of lads in the Royal Irish Artillery.

they can get anything

 

[artful]

Few People Ever Realise That Destruction Is In Itself, ...A *NEW* Creation

The recollections of a transition, by one who sees The Phoenix rise from the ashes!

queen mab sits, (she thinks unobserved), reflecting on thoughts of the past.
"My five hundredth post"

*raises a glass to the empty dome of the sky and remembers when it was filled with stars*
Ave atque vale.


Hearing a shuffling in the dry detrius downstairs, Ari descends through the secret passageway and enters the old Café. Dust is thick on the counters and only the tracks of mice can be seen on the bar
top.

"Hello Queen." He says to the solitary figure sitting at a corner table."It's been a long time."
He sits beside her....
"Shall we have a quiet celebration for your 500th post?"

Rashid enters through the gate and across the patio now crowded with unwanted furniture and material for the coming renovation, I'm reminded of my first visit here so long ago. So much has
changed..........."Hello Mab, Ari, care for a small Drambuie to celebrate 500 of the finest posts on lit?"

The shadow of a near forgotten memory, lingers in the darkness,watching a *STAR* lift it's glass upward, in a silent salute to things that might
have been. At the same time, begins inking upon an ancient "immortaparchment" scroll what he is observing.

As Art painfully and slowly presses the darkly inked pen tip to the parchment, he thinks to himself, ~Few are those, that really care about so many, but she is indeed one. Untouchable in her glory and sadness, though she continually reaches
for that which she pines,... the past.

None other has attained Guru status, by having made more MEANINGFUL posts, in order to qualify, ...than the (Lady Niamh-Melusine-queen mab).

The quantity, (500) , is nothing compared to the quality,...and for that, the shadow salutes and congratulates her, and her heart.

A toast,...yes a toast is in order,..."To one who's light has been spread around the world,
brightening the lives,and pathways of mankind !"

Ariosto's voice rings clear and calm, as heartfelt words empty into the dim interior saying, "Rashid, Art...I can join you in that toast...Queen Mab, Melusine, Niamh...whatever you call her was just about the finest writer here and made her 500 the hard way. Now maybe we should leave this place to the ghosts...It's kind of like diving on the Titanic...bittersweet nostalgia."

Handing my tools of recording to Dream, who is always nearby and at my beck and call, I hear her say respectfully, "Surely you have touched alot of lives..and hearts as well beautiful Niamh."

"I also request my Master's permission to join the toast." Nodding my assent, I watch her face as
she raises her glass saying, "With the due honors you richly deserve,congrats on 500 posts lady.
We are such stuff as dreams are made of."

Rashid's voice leaps forth with, "Salud,...you know, I kinda miss this ol joint. I know it's a bit run down and dusty but hell, I've resurrected far worse in my day.

A few hours with a good cleaning crew, a little creative carpentry, some candles, a few potted palms and a bevy of beauties......... by Allah, the place would come right back to life...........

All it needs is a decent staff..........It may be the Titanic to you Ari, but to me it's more like an old friend in need of a little TLC.

A sultry voice insinuates itself with shocking clarity, even as I wonder to myself, how she ever came to be persuaded in saying, "I am convinced that I left a silk stocking clinging to the fronds of a sago palm tree."

"Normally I'd not bother about something so insignificant, but you try getting
stockings of that quality out here in the back of beyond."

I watched queen mab as she teetered on her six inch heels and wrinkled her nose appreciatively.

"I smell fish...an odd thing to be sure in a desert. Why, I wonder, do I surmise that I am not alone in the wreckage this night?"

I replied, "Because,...there are wispy shadows of silk you sense lurking. Not to guide you,...but perhaps to observe."

Unable to stem the flow of words, she continued with, "The last time I was here at this
disreputable establishment, I was compelled to leave a stocking hanging on a sago palm on the terrace as...well...a sort of signal."

She looked distinctly uncomfortable at the recollection. "It is not really very easy to explain. Where on earth did you come from?"

"Well", Rashid answered,"Perhaps I'm not alone after all. The fish, dear Mab comes from the
harbor where the desert meets the sea."

"Nice of you to stop by artful - u two care for a glass of cheap red wine???"

Mab gives Rashid a look that would curdle milk.
"Cheap is a word that is better not said in the same breath with wine. Are you going to tell me that you came all the way back here and did not think to bring something of decent vintage with you?"

Rashid grinned warmly at her and explained, "Seems I've fallen on hard times lol - on the other hand it's wet, it's cold and a touch sweet - I am rather fond of zinfandel you know."

"So - what do you think of what I've done with the old girl? Mayhaps there are some who will object, but life was meant to be lived and live it I
shall."

Ambling her way to the terrace, and starting to search amongst wilted sago palm fronds, the dark nimbus of Mab's hair obscured her face, but not
much else.

In danger of exposing more than anyone in the Café would really like to see while sober, she surreptitiously adjusted her chemise.

"I do not know why the rest of you are here, but for myself, I can say I have decided that I prefer the company of my ghosts to the company of those
outside these walls. Now...has anyone even the foggiest idea where I might find some new clothes in this God-forsaken desert?"

Mab straightens and looks at Rashid with her hands on her hips. "This was all your doing, Rashid? I must say that I am impressed. You certainly could not have carried out all of these repairs without help of some kind. Did you hire on some natives from the bazaar?"

Slipping from where he was quite hid in the darkness, Art steps forward into the candlelight saying,"Rashid, my travels have been far and wide,
but as yet, my taste has not been refined to the sharper edge of royalty."

"It has been a little while. Perhaps a half glass would not burden my senses,...thank you!"

Looking directly at Mab, Rashid smiled saying, "Last time I was here, there was a great lil boutique not a half days camel ride from the
front door."

"What do you think? Do you need a complete wardrobe or just a few things for overnight? Or is that a basically stupid question ?"

Turning to face me he went on to say, "I'm swilling zinfandel Art, but there's some not bad beaujolais in the cellar."

"Gee - I'll have to be a good host and actually get you a glass with a stem on it. So- what brings you to this deserted den of inequity Art ?"

Mab stands amongst the wilted palms a little longer, considering her options.~It does not look as though the wine cellar is going to offer up a better choice any time soon. And one must admit that Rashid is showing an admirable spirit of
hospitality.~

"I humbly apologise for my rudeness. Art is right to accept your offer of refreshment with such good grace. I too would be honoured to drink a glass of
wine with you."

"Wine is a good accompaniment to memories...and good company makes the future seem brighter somehow, doesn't it?"

Mab pushes away her shelter of palm fronds and approaches the table, giving Rashid and Artful a smile.

Quite pleased with Mab's olive branch offering, Rashid states, "Well there's rooms upstairs I think, but I'll probably just go back to my
hotel when the time comes and if you really need some duds I'll send Ali for a taxi."

"It's Morocco you know, not Afghanistan...
By the way, have you two officially met?" Mab smiled and straightened up, reflecting that there is so much sand in her hair already that a little bit more would hardly make much of a difference.

"I appreciate your offer, Rashid, but I think I will travel by moonlight on camelback just the same. I am sure some worthy in the bazaar will be able to lend me what I need for the right price."

"And yes, I have had the pleasure of meeting this distinguished gentleman on another occasion, I am happy to say. I am very pleased that he chanced
by the Café tonight."

"I sir,...have journeyed far and wide in search of you. In back,...I have 7 camels loaded with supplies, and 7 camels will arrive tomorrow, laden with more supplies, accompanied by every sort of workman needed,to aid you in your renovations and
repairs."

A Dream came to me quite suddenly, urging me to this venture saying, "Follow me my Master, and I will lead you to a man,who will bring you to know
Allah. He will be in the presence of a Queen."

Setting my Dream alongside me,...we began our trek, 7 days ago."

Mab,...while wrinkling her brow commented saying,
"That is an interesting tale to be sure, Artful. I never thought, when last we met",(which admittedly was only the briefest of encounters), "that you were led by such a destiny. Where is your companion...your dream, I mean...now?

"Art,...as for bringing you to Allah, I must
confess I'm more Sufi than Suni - The whirling dirvishes are at your service should you
desire it."

Nonplussed, Art fielded the queries and comments calmy, as was his nature.

Pacing back and forth, mumbling under her breath, Mab seemed to be ranting quietly to herself,"There is not even the merest Dolce and Gabbana boutique within a half days ride camelback of here. I shall never live down the utter ignominy of being seen in a torn chemise and no stockings."

Nudging Dream with an elbow, Art indicated for her to join the conversation. "Please allow me to introduce myself...for I am Artful's dream... very nice to meet the both of you,Mab and Rashid."

"Oh yes,...these are for you dear Mab ,a gift x12,I consider it an absolute pleasure to meet you both . My Master ,has had many kind words to say of you dear lady. Rashid,You have done a wonderful job with the renovations here so far, in'shallah."

Mab smiles and accepts the dozen roses gratefully.
"Please accept my heartfelt thanks for your beautiful and most welcome gift, Artful's Dream. The softness, colour and scent of these roses go a
long way towards making me forget the current discomfort I feel at being completely under -dressed with visitors apparently en route."

"The shopping idea is sound, but I think Artful here has his hands full suddenly. And most delightfully so, might I add."

I quiettly urged Dream to further inform Rashid of our mission, and she went on to explain, "Allah uses many messengers in many different ways,and He will always provide a
way for a heart that is truly searching ,and my Master has been searching a long ,long time ,then as if a miracle,poof!! there I was!" After reciting the rest of her story, she went on to say, "I will be more than honored to accompany Mab to purchase her attire."

Pressing her hand to her forehead and looking a little green around the gills, Mab helps herself to wine with no further ado. "I believe there has been a miscommunication of some kind."

"My only intent at the moment is to find a camel and ride off into the desert where I can be sure of meeting with some Bedouin I know. I do appreciate your kind offer, however, and should you ever be in London..."

"Why don't I just go find some water for
these lovely roses...?"

Seeing Mab at a loss of words, Rashid laughed gaily saying, "See what happens when everyone talks at once ... I completely forgot to offer
Artfuls dream a glass of wine ( or whatever other simple refreshment this simple establishment has
to offer)."

Mab smiles a little wryly as she returns with a chipped earthenware pot filled with water...the best she can find at the moment for the roses. It is handmade though, and of a very graceful shape. The blooms will hide the crack amply.

"I have just received a missive from the former owner of this establishment. Perhaps that is why I feel a bit edgy. Forgive me for my reaction,
Rashid. You have been very welcoming."

Dream,...seeing Mab somewhat stressed, quickly offers, "Here M'Lady,let me pour you some more wine,before you go racing off into the dessert,for
it's an incredibly ,hot and humid ride by camel."

"Master,would you like some also ,my love? Rashid?,any wine for you,Sir?

Mab,...looking slightly confused, turned to Rashid
saying, "My dear Rashid, unless you have kept your oxcart...I have no immediate mode of transport and so, necessarily, will have to stay at your side."

"Artful's Dream...thank you for your courtesy, but I am going nowhere at the moment. My glass is still half full." Then tilted the glass to her lips, and took a dainty sip.

Seeing a somewhat puzzled expression cross Rashid's face, Dream explained, "Sorry Rashid,I kind of get used to waiting on others as it pleases me to do so."

"Thank you though for your kind offer to quench my thirst, and no,I really don't believe you'll be left here alone at all ,although I know not fully of my Master's plans."

"Perhaps,we will be staying for a while ? I'm hoping that the lady doesn't find it necessary to leave soon to meet her beloved bedouin ,for if he is any kind of man at all,He will wait for her.
We have brought plenty of camels for the trip ,but they do need to be rested."

Mab,...while blushing darkly, replied in a hushed voice, "No...actually...the Bedouin is not a lover, Artful's Dream. He is...more like family."

While arranging the roses, breathing in their rich, pure perfume with sensual pleasure, Mab went on to say, "I am glad you and your Master will be staying on for awhile too. I have only begun to get to know you."

A soft laugh erupts from Rashid as he states, "I can only offer a simple hotel room, but you're welcome to share. The oxcart is unfortunately
suffering a broken axle - it's a rough world out there !"

"Dream lady...another glass of zin would be most welcome - I'm sorry if some of the conversation between Mab and I is a bit obscure, but we have a history of sorts. You just had to be there !"

Mab ifts her eyebrows and arranges flowers assiduously for a few moments, then abruptly states, "This Café is a place full of history. I am told that much of it was unpleasant, but for me, there was a lot of joy here."

"I used to come here sometimes, alone, to remember happier times. I know there are people who feel that no one should ever be allowed to come here again, but I feel that is unfair."

"If some of us wish to treat this place with respect...enjoy some polite conversation and
some harmless flights of fancy...why should other people wish to spoil it?"

A need to express himself presses fervently within Art's being, causing words to explode forth into the silence,"Perhaps there are many who wish to gaze at The Phoenix,...arising
out of the ashes. My wish is to honor life, and see what comes from honest efforts to do something good."

Prompting Rashid to look at Mab and say, "Darlin,
I don't know about you but If I decide to post here I will do so - permission is not required. The past is the past. It's only purpose is to educate in the present, for expression in the future."

"As you know, I don't subscribe to anyone
telling me what I can and cannot do. The place was abandoned and I choose to bring it back - no one elses business - grins - No one HAS to hang out here - it's a choice - That said, I'm dropping the subject."

Listening with an attentive ear, and compelled to express his opinion, Ariosto said, "You're right, the place was started in joy and good faith , but ended in carnage and recrimination."

"For those of us that were here in it's last days, the memories are bitter. Lies were told and people villified. The shattering of this place was the
genesis of both the Rooftop and the late Pearl and its clone."

"I see it back on the boards with a strange mix of emotions. Like a Father whose dead child has risen from the grave."

"I thought Niamhs last post here was eloquent and beautiful so I joined her here one last time. I never thought Rashid would bring it back to life."

"I would appreciate it, since it was my creation if you would please let it go. I am not the only one who saw its revival with less than joy. What is stopping you from starting a new Club Rashid... why pick the bones of this one?"

"I will for old times sake have one last drink here before I go. Maybe I'm wrong maybe bringing new life here is a good thing. God Knows I can be wrong but I wish you'd never done it."

Mab,...being caught off guard, spoke softly to Rashid,..."I was talking to those who I know are reading this and shaking their heads with disapproval. And yes, we should drop the subject now."

"No, wait. I cross-posted with Ariosto and wish to say something to him. While I understand that you have your reasons for not wishing to be here
anymore, David...I feel you should not let those who tried to hurt you win by holding onto your feelings of hurt and betrayal."

"I will say publically that I love you and that I would never wish to hurt you. What Artful says is right. We want to do something good, like planting
wheat and roses on an old battlefield. We mean no disrespect."

Art once again steps forward saying,"I have NO intention of living in the past,...or uncovering
bones, that may lie hidden in a dark closet. If needed,...I will post out of this thread,...rather than participate in such a macabre manner."

"But to see a ressurection, and BE a part of it,.. is gratifying to my inner soul."

Nodding his head in agreement, Rashid said, "I repeat,(The past is the past. It's only purpose is to educate in the present for expression in the future). I consider this an outstanding opportunity for everyone who had negative
experiences here to move forward and put the responsibility for all that where it belongs - not with the place but with the people who abused it."

"The future belongs to those who sieze it."

"Say Artful - tell me a little about yourself - I'm very pleased to share a glass of wine with you - you seem like a mature and sensitive man."

Mab,...with a little gasp of disbelief, found her lost stocking, still whole, still delectably,
luxuriously, sinfully sensual silk. Sitting down she immediately begins to draw it on, removing one shoe and flexing her foot like a dancer.

Only after she has put her shoe on again does she remember that she has only ONE half of the
pair.

Rashid went on to say, "and ditto what Art and Mab said."

"Girl, the flowers are lovely. Why don't we all go out on the patio and enjoy the moon - it's always so peaceful there. Gotta tell you guys I have plans - on sunday I've arranged for a string quartet to play swing on the terrace."

"I'm personally going to prepare eggs benedict, with shaved black forest ham, hand crafted hollandaise, accompanied by fresh squeezed orange juice, and champers. In the meanwhile we have a lot of cleaning to do - U up for it?"

Art, in a most thoughtful manner replied. "There are some good things to be salvaged from this establishment Rashid,...may I suggest to you. I have much wealth, and seven times seven, good quality workmen."

"At my command, they will quickly set to building a new establishment for you according to your precise directions. If you wish,...they will start immediately, and I myself will present a precious table for your inspection, to place within your new library."

Arching her eyebrow again, Mab expresses her confusiion by questioning Rashid, "I am afraid to ask, what "champers" are...but your ideas on the whole are sound, and I think we can get things arranged with a little strategic planning.Artful's Dream? I don't suppose you have an extra silk stocking anywhere, do you?"

"Rashid, truly there is little worthy of recount," Art pauses,...then adds, "but I do yearn,...and
YES,...even lust for the truths that many seek. I have known many,...and respect Ariosto and Mab
highly. My Dream is just that,...my Dream,... fortunately,...she has materialised by my side to accompany me on the latter part of my journey. I have been rewarded for things that I truly have yet to recognise,...but am pretty much a man of my
word.(as much as I have strength to accomplish)... and you Sir ?"

"Artful, Rashid, Artful's Dream...please forgive me", Mab cast her weary eyes around the room, "I have to take care of some things and will not be posting here anymore tonight. It is nearly
seven a.m. here in Germany, so I am in some haste to go to bed. Rashid, kindly check your messages. I have written you a note with some parting
thoughts. Thank you again for the flowers, Artful's Dream. Goodnight to all !"

"Champers my dear Mab", Rashid goes on to explain,
"is merely the bubbly grape, that which makes your nose tickle. The perfect companion to a grand sunday brunch. Artful, like you, I have a lust for knowledge. I tend to call a spade a spade and
don't much care where the chips fall.Reality is.."
"I have been known to hold my tongue when unleashing it would cause unnecessary hurt, but mostly I speak my mind. I believe that one can't
learn much with ones head buried in the sand. I make mistakes - lots of em - comes with the territory. I just prefer to only make em once."

"Wonderful for you to have found your Dream early on - congratulations to you both. Mab, if you'd like, we could enshrine that stocking and get you
sum new ones ? Sleep well !"

Dream asks, as she pulls it out from behind her, "Could THIS be the lovely stocking of silk you are looking for M'lady?" With a flair, Dream produces the matching stocking which has QM boldly monogrammed in violet thread at each side of where the ankle would be encased. "I dont quite remember how or where ,but twas the hands of Allah that placed it with me."

"Rashid? A string quartet on Sunday sounds like a lovely idea. Ari? Dear sweet man, For me,as a newcomer to this thread, would you please allow love to reenter(in the form of me), with others like me, into this place and start anew?"

"I truly enjoy getting to meet new people,I too personally know ,how hard it is to forget the harsh realities of the past. However,if I did not let some things go,I would NEVER have met my beloved Master Artful,and then alas,where would I be?Aimlessly wondering, and searching for love." (waves a white flag)

"Kids", Rashid yawns, "It's been a swell night and I've thorougly enjoyed meeting you both. Hopefully I'll see you here tomorrow. Hugs and Kisses T."

Before Rashid makes his exit, SexyChele say's, "To ignore Ariosto's request to leave this thread in the grave where it belongs is to flagrantly disrepect one of the finest people on this board. There are still some who are fighting to overcome the villification of their character and
dealing with the lies told of them that stemmed from those who frequented this thread. There are
still some who are fighting to overcome the villification of their character and dealing with
the lies told of them that stemmed from those who frequented this thread. To see it "resurrected" only resurrects the pain. Unless that is what you
wish, Rashid? For newcomers, a warning. Where there was once mistrust, lies, accusations
without merit, hidden secrets, revenge, and hatred, love cannot grow nor thrive. Love cannot grow here - no matter how hard one tries. I would suggest to Ariosto, as originator of this thread, that he ask to have it removed entirely. Maybe then, those who still have pain they are working through can get on with the business of healing, rather than staying in the realm of remembrance."

Mab responded with,"Chele, you have a lot of nerve talking to anyone on this board about respect."

Then Rashid responded with, "IMHO All of those who had so little respect for themselves and each other cannot solve their problems by pretending they have gone away - You all (and you know who
you are) have an opportunity to step up to the plate and show yourselves that you can and will overcome your pettiness and your childish antics .
Your desire to sweep the past under the rug is just more of the same,I am thoroughly disappointed in you. Those few who ruined a good thing must not be allowed to win any more than the Ayatolla, Saddam Hussein, or whats his name from Saudi Arabia, should be allowed to win. Suck up your guts - step up to the plate - apologise to yourselves and each other and GET OVER IT for Gods sake - don't you guys get it? Is your whole life going to be about holding grudges and being right at the expense of winning? You have an opportunity to heal this thing - PLEASE - take it -give love a chance I chose this path after serious deliberation. I'm a very busy person, in my peak
business season and I really don't have time for this BUT, every time I stumble over this thread it begs for resolution.To paraphrase Einstien, a problem cannot be solved at the same level of thinking that created it. I challenge just one of you to just say "I'm sorry" and start the ball rolling - the rest will follow - do it in public, do it in private, but PLEASE just do it."

SexyChele responded with, "Then perhaps you would care to begin the apologizing, Rashid? Maybe others would follow."

To ease the mounting tensions, Art commented, "I will simply state,...To love or hate,...is a choice. One can live with either,...but love will enrich, where hate only withers."

To further ease the tension, Dream offers,"Agrees 100% with My Master,(cause HE'S RIGHT),Love ALWAYS overcomes hate,fear,and mistrust.Love WILL keep us all together Fear ,hate and PRIDE are what tear apart out of faith,hope and Love,the GREATEST of these is LOVE." <Offers Chele a rose>

Rashid responded with, "Chele, about the only person on lit that I might have reason to apologise to is you. I find you caustic, irritating and a thorough bitch. You're the only person I ever put on ignore and as far as I know the only person here I have ever had a problem with even tho I haven't interacted with you for more than ten sentences. I sure haven't given you much of a chance and for that I'm sorry. You express yourself in a way I just don't comprehend and frankly, I've allowed myself to be irritated
rather than try to understand you and for that I AM sorry - I'm usually more tolerant than that. Please forgive me. If anyone else has ever been
offended by anything I've said to you, now's the time to say so!"

Much later in the day, Rashid commented, "Well now
it's morning, and so far no one has stepped up to the plate - William James observed that an unexamined life is not worth living - I would have
to agree with him. It's hard to gain wisdom with ones head in the sand.But - (Behold the Underlying Truth) everyone gets to it at their own pace. Even
God can't force you to be kind to one another or sheath your acid tongues. The joy of freedom of choice is that we all have an opportunity to fall on our collective faces as often as needed to learn our lessons. Ya can't learn anything useful from running away.Comments and constructive debate are welcome."

Chanaud enters saying, "Stepping up to the plate...<ahem>Rashid, we have some unfinished business or have you forgotten?" <wink>

Rashid responded with, "Good morning dear heart
absolutely correct - unfinished monkey business - I promised didn't I? Look for "The Busted Flush" - I'll start right this very moment!"

SexyChele responded with, "Sticking my head out of the proverbial sand...Rashid, I accept your apology. As it seems you wish to clear the air, of sorts, then I will admit that I see you as an egotisical, self-centered, hypocritical, control- freak. Seems we all make judgements that may or may not be founded on the actual. For making
those judgements I do apologize."
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On Thursday, July Fourth, 2002
THAT, my dear Literotican friends, was the genesis of this thread. As we all contribute to this thread, in our own way, let us not forget the principles upon which it was built. Not as a quibbling battle to differences of opinions, as some would say, but ideas exchanged freely between those who disagreed upon points of belief, and resolved them in an open forum, for all to bear witness. Appropriate apologies were exchanged at the end, as we all can see the PHOENIX ,unfurl and spread it's majestic wings to once again take flight. I say to all, "May God bless all the respectful discussions that take within the boundaries of this thread."

P.S.~If there are errors in my account, I apologise,...PM me and I will gladly correct them. Some EDITING was required~

 

[~Dream~]

Makes a toast to my Master Artful

on His Superb job of editing!! awesome my' love!!! I am amazed!! I love yoou and now your dream is headed for rest love Good nite precious

 

[Jaenelle]

CONGRATS RASHID ON YOUR 500TH POST!

Wanted to drop in and say hi Rashid, the place looks nice and good luck with it.

 

[rashid]

hey there

Thanks for dropping by - The door's open - make yourself at home - booze is in the locker - milk in the fridge - take some - leave some

 

[Jaenelle]

good afternoon Rashid and thank you.

Just a rum and coke for me right at the moment. Ill just have a seat over here by the window....

 

[Swashbuckler]

Isn't it strange
Like a mirage made of steel
Reflecting back on
Days so long gone
Somehow so, still real
Isn't it strange

The winds of time
Blowing hot across the land
Silenced and frozen
Full circle woven
Let the piano strike up the band
The winds of time

Chaos spun whirlpools
Listless in absence
It seems it has been too long
But never really gone
Like a first taste of abysinth
Chaos spun whirlpools

Something lost, something regained
I swear I've seen it before
But, but its somewhere out of touch
Something missed so much
An uneasy squeak at the door
Something lost, something regained

You can't run away with the cast
But you'll never catch tomorrow
Sitting in the quagmire of today
So ablib a line from the play
Just let the curtain close on all the sorrow
Take a new step from the past

Isn't it strange

Looks like we've all came full circle
Just took one man with the eyes to see
To show us all what we were looking for
So slide in through that familiar door
An oasis in an electronic sea
Looks like we've came full circle,
Now,
Isn't that strange...?

 

[rashid]

well

since CG was good enough to bring the rum I'll send Ali ( the young man over there in the corner who makes his living running errands) to the bazzar to get some coke - We're still fixin and cleanin and stocking the larder but it won't take a minute.......

I'm in and out all day today - we're hoping to have a manager soon and a few shift bosses..... nothing fancy - just some folks who like to host the party and keep things rolling along.

Have you seen our authors table?

 

[rashid]

SWASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I live and breathe - welcome man - make yourself at home - everything you could ever want is at your disposal. Say hello to Artful and Dream - Not sure if you've met, but I think you'll be sympatico.

Janelle was here for a minute about a minute ago - mayhaps she's lurking nearby. I have errands to run but will be back -

Damn it's nice to see you here.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Hello Rahsid, love what you are doing with the old place, and congratulations on your 500th! Well done old man! No finer place to have it, either.

I have not had the pleasure of meeting Artful, nor dream, but I am sure I am charmed.

I was just rolling through, and just couldn't let myself pass up checking out the old bird, lot of water under the bridge.

Love the table, btw, excellently done Dream.

 

[rashid]

grins

gotta go but I'll be back - meanwhile everyone please - make yourself at home - the bars open - help yourselves - If you can't find what you need - create it

Allahu Akbar

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alright, Rashid, you take care. I think I might hang around for a drink or three.

Waving to Rashid as he takes his leave I take some time to just look about the old place. Kinda strange nostalgic dejavu...

 

[~Dream~]

this post will too get edited ...

as I believe that my Master is trying to salvage some of our story from cafe 2 but I did want to send a hello and kisses to the handsome Swash mmm and huggs to Jaenelle..our earlier posts are blank but will be filled i shortly to go with the storyline that coincides with my "tent' thread and dear "Swashbuckler .? I cannot take the credit for my Master's work and the *table* was all his idea.. I assure you

 

[Swashbuckler]

"Dream," I say kissing her wrist, "your master has done a most masterful job with the table, he has exquisite tastes, I'm sure. Please, my dear, call me Swash. I am enchanted to make your aquaintance. I do hope that I will get to meet your master as well."

 

[queen-mab]

Happy Five Hundredth

Mab, looking more herself in black-market stockings and harlot's lace, glides in smelling like a girl who has spent the better part of the last two days in a seraglio (which she probably has), arms laden with two dozen long-stemmed roses from some fabled sultan's garden

Rashid, naturally I missed you, being preoccupied (as usual) with my wardrobe, but I wanted you to know that I congratulate you profusely on your five hundred posts. I consider you one of the great undiscovered treasures of Literotica; a man with a keen wit and an inimitable style. Also gallant to a fault, and a gentleman. I am proud to know you.

Lays her roses down across the table, and slips away into the shadows to find a fitting vase.

There is also, by the way, a caravan outside, laden with the best vintages I could beg, borrow or...otherwise take possession of. May your new venture prosper, and may this place become known as an oasis of friendship amongst the harsh winds and desert wastes of Lit.

Kisses her fingers and pats Rashid's vacant chair

To everyone else in this wonderful old place, Salud!

 

[Swashbuckler]

...or otherwise take possesion of...

Now hold on, that is my specialty," I say with a roguish grin

 

[queen-mab]

Smiles warmly at Swash and steps forward to offer him a kiss of greeting

Swash, this is a delightful surprise. How are you?! There is no one I would rather have run into tonight.