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The Palm Coast City Council convenes at City Hall at 9:00 a.m. Click here for meeting agendas, minutes, and audio access. Click here for meeting agendas, audio, and video.
From March through October, the City of Palm Coast hosts Food Truck Tuesdays on the third Tuesday of each month. Catering trucks, mobile kitchens, and canteens provide appetizers, main courses, side dishes, and desserts from 5 to 8 p.m. at the event, which is held at Town Center’s Central Park. Foods to be featured change monthly but have included lobster rolls, Portuguese cuisine, fish and chips, regional American, Latin food, ice cream, barbecue and much more. There are many of kid-friendly menus. Every Food Truck Tuesday event raises money for a nearby nonprofit.
The Flagler Beach Writers Club meets at the library, located at 315 South Seventh Street, Flagler Beach, at 5 p.m.
The Palm Coast Community Center, located at 305 Palm Coast Parkway NE, hosts the Flagler Tiger Bay Club’s annual Wine Tasting Meet & Greet. Check-in starts at 5:30 p.m. and ends at 8:30 p.m. Join us in commemorating our sixth anniversary! Savor a night of lively conversation, wine sampling, live entertainment, and delectable heavy fare. Join over 100 guests, club members, and community leaders as we celebrate our year of outstanding local and national speakers and reveal the lineup for the upcoming season at the Big Reveal event. Savor foreign hors d’oeuvres from World Plate and fine, world-class wines from La Piazza Cafe. Tickets cost $40. Sign up at www.FlaglerTigerBayClub.com right now.
Random Acts of Insanity Standup Comedy, 8 p.m. at Cinematique Theater, 242 South Beach Street, Daytona Beach. It costs $8.50 for general entry. The Random Acts of Insanity Comedy Improv Troupe specializes in delivering fast-paced improvised comedy on Tuesdays and the first Saturday of each month.
Diary: The College des Fr esses Maristes was the final of seven schools I attended during my brief 13 years in Lebanon, lasting three years. The ChampvilleChampville was the term we usually used to refer to the school, not the name of the small town where it was situated, but rather the wistful location where it was. The Marist brothers were never brought up by you. The silver and dark blue school buses that appeared to travel everywhere were a constant reminder that it was Champville. The town itself is called Dik el Mehdi, or more accurately, Deek long e, which means cock in Arabic, but more like rooster. Across time and space, languages have a way of falling in love with one another. The war lasted for three years. I had hated school up until that point, no matter where I went, especially the four years I spent under Jesuit rule. Despite the war, my years there were happier because the Marist brothers were nicer. A vast valley with a glimpse of Beirut miles away and the Mediterranean beyond was seen from my classrooms. I’m surprised I even payed attention in class. The other day I went on the school s website and found their yearbooks going back to the 1990s. I randomly turned pages of one from 1994 and landed on the one above. You’ll notice right away how popular the Haddad name is. I dropped mine for that reason. The second thing I noticed the charming innocence of these students aside was how free the students were to describe Champville as a prison, and how common American references remain, for my compatriots, when they want to allude to something. Out of the six students, three appear to be disgusted by the institution. Naturally, they are now reflecting on that hilly school as a haven, where we first encountered Flaubert and our first crushes, just as I do. I had never spoken to Geraldine Sawaya during my three years of school, but I finally found her during my one and only trip back to Lebanon in 2000. We spent the majority of our two weeks there together, even consummating our long-standing romance like two characters in a late Garcia-Marquez novel. However, I lost sight of her again when she vanished a few years later in Montreal. As you can see, that yearbook page had the same lethal outcome that Simenon talks about in one of his Maigret books: The smells of polish, cut hay, ripening fruit, and simmering food filled the cold house. It had taken Maigret fifty years to uncover this scent, which was that of his early years and his parents’ home. Then I came over this school-produced video: A night to relive the wonder of our childhood, sing, and dream. The Lebanese National Anthem even serves as the opening song. I can’t even keep it together, God help me.
P.T.
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Sometimes we grieve illusions just as deeply as we grieve the dead.
From Une Vie (A Life, 1883) by Guy de Maupassant.
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