March 18, 2010
The knock on the front door was my friend David. He had a day off and wanted to go to Ann Arbor. He wanted to rub up against the film festival, go to the art museum, walk around, and get something to eat, and he wanted company to do it, and I was the fortunate oneóreally. It was a cold day for those things. We ate at his favorite place, a Lebanese restaurant on Main Street. We are always the only people there. I joke that the only red meat on the menu is Cornish Rex. Itís not true.