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Pastel Painting by Clark Mitchell
Art exhibit by Ann Baldwin, Elizabeth Perkins, Sandra Speidel and Olga Storms continues until August 21 Art Walk: Saturday, August 13 4pm – 7pm Regular gallery hours: Mon – Sat 11am – 5:30pm; Sun 11am – 4pm
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Petaluma Galleries Second Saturday Art Walks April - November August 13, 2011 4-7pm Art WithOut Labels (AWOL), Belle Epoque Art & Antiques, Calabi Gallery, Haus Fortuna, Pelican Art Gallery, Petaluma Arts Center, Riverfront Art Gallery and more!
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We’ll always have Pari... Matchmaker, matchmaker, match me a guy with a yacht! by N ik k i Silve r ste in
hat we have here is a love story, born and nurtured in Tiburon. I thought true love was extinct, or at least on the endangered list, but after hunting high and low, I found one tale for us to examine. Rosie’s marriage failed. With her children grown and living on their own, she decided to focus on starting her own business, leaving little time for dating. To be more accurate, romance and relationships held no interest. She was a smart, strong-minded woman making it on her own. Her two best friends, however, didn’t approve of her new lifestyle choice. The wealthy, well-meaning women had nothing but time on their hands and they used it to cajole Rosie into calling Pari Livermore, a successful matchmaker with a unique approach. Pari, says Rosie, had two primary goals: raising money for charity and meeting the “who’s who” of the Bay Area singles scene to pair ’em up. Instead of charging for her services, Pari requested that potential lovebirds donate generously to local nonproﬁt organizations. Rosie resisted until she could take her friends’ meddling no more. If they promised to stop bothering her, she would call Pari. The delighted gal pals took an oath to cease and desist and our single woman met the matchmaker. Quickly passing Pari’s scrutiny, Rosie agreed to let the Cupid give her number to three men. With the consultation ﬁnished, Rosie went back to her business and promptly forgot about men again. Until Martin called. Funny and bright, he talked easily with our uneasy Rosie. They’d been speaking for half-an-hour when she realized she was enjoying the conversation. Martin, sensing the time was right, asked her to join him later in the week for drinks on his deck and dinner at his yacht club. “That’s an awful lot to do on a blind date,” Rosie said. “Well, there are plenty of nice people there,” Martin chuckled. “If you don’t like me, you can go home with someone else.” How could Rosie turn down that offer? His bachelor home was lovely and the sunset view from his deck even better, but his charming company trumped all. During the cocktail hour at the busy club, he introduced her to his friends and acquaintances. The two often went separate ways to mingle, but Rosie kept her date in sight. A married couple, Martin’s close friends, sat down to dinner with them. The foursome clicked. “I got to know Martin in a different way,” Rosie said. “Before then, I had based my opinion of a man on what he decided to reveal to me. With Martin, I watched a man I didn’t know interact with people. I saw that people liked him, sought him out for conversation.
His friends were very nice. I could tell he was a good man.” If Rosie had apprehensions about Martin, they disappeared after dinner. Sipping coffee and relaxing, they heard someone playing big band music on a piano in the nearby bar. Martin excused himself and she made pleasant small talk with the other couple. The three smiled when an enthusiastic, though off-key, voice began singing along with the music. Looking into the bar, they saw Martin standing happily beside the piano, belting out lyrics. It was contagious. Soon enough, the whole room was singing with him. “Martin had no ego; he just liked to have fun,” Rosie said. “I loved that he was comfortable in his own skin and didn’t care what people thought.” The couple began to see each other regularly. From the beginning, it was easy. No guesswork, no pretending, no games. What about the other men Pari thought might be right for her? One was a stuffed shirt on the phone and she’s not sure if another called. It doesn’t matter, because she never went out with anyone again, except for Martin, of course. Two wonderful months of dating prompted Martin to invite Rosie to New Zealand over Christmas. She declined, saying she preferred to spend the holiday with her children. When her kids found out, they told her to get on the plane. She listened. On a Christmas Eve, the couple exchanged modest gifts. The next morning, he had a “quasi gift” for her. She opened the box and saw an engagement ring that was anything but quasi. Martin, a 67-year-old bachelor, never before married, proposed to Rosie. “It’s an incredible compliment and I’m not discounting how important it is,” Rosie said softly. “But, I don’t know you well enough.” Not easily discouraged, Martin had a few words of his own. “Try on the ring and see how it feels,” he responded. He slipped it on her ﬁnger. She looked at him and then at the ring. “OK, I can commit to being engaged,” she said. “But I have to know you a year before I marry you.” As they neared the anniversary of their ﬁrst date, Martin moved quickly. In two weeks, he planned their beautiful, small wedding. That was 13 years ago. “We ﬁt,” Rosie explains. “One of those things. I got really, really lucky.” It couldn’t have happened to two nicer people. Hey, Rosie, just one more question. Do you still have Pari’s phone number? ✹ Email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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Section 1 of the July 22, 2011 edition of the Pacific Sun Weekly