Just to warn you
One other bit I forgot to mention in the previous post:
On Friday Diana took a day off from work and joined me at home on vacation. We had an outing at Al's Breakfast in Dinkytown. It was the second time I'd ever been there - the first time was just a month ago with Chris. I had pancakes with blueberries and walnuts, and Diana had some cheesy scrambled eggs. Both wonderful, both shared generously.
I assured Diana that it wasn't a real dress-up place, so we both dressed down a bit - I in a black sweatshirt and khakis, and she in a black hoodie and jeans. When I went out to feed the meter, I learned that some people from Esquire magazine arrived, announced themselves to the diners, and said they'd like to take some pictures of the place if that was all right.
Four or five people vacated (must have been Witness Protection Program or something), and the guy with the expensive camera set up at the far end of the counter, getting some Americana shots. What a big lie I'd told the wife, I thought. Just a casual late breakfast in Dinkytown, no likelihood that we'd be seen in a national magazine to mark the occasion.
So anyway, if you guys subscribe, or if you see a copy at your local bookstore, keep an eye out for us.
On Friday Diana took a day off from work and joined me at home on vacation. We had an outing at Al's Breakfast in Dinkytown. It was the second time I'd ever been there - the first time was just a month ago with Chris. I had pancakes with blueberries and walnuts, and Diana had some cheesy scrambled eggs. Both wonderful, both shared generously.
I assured Diana that it wasn't a real dress-up place, so we both dressed down a bit - I in a black sweatshirt and khakis, and she in a black hoodie and jeans. When I went out to feed the meter, I learned that some people from Esquire magazine arrived, announced themselves to the diners, and said they'd like to take some pictures of the place if that was all right.
Four or five people vacated (must have been Witness Protection Program or something), and the guy with the expensive camera set up at the far end of the counter, getting some Americana shots. What a big lie I'd told the wife, I thought. Just a casual late breakfast in Dinkytown, no likelihood that we'd be seen in a national magazine to mark the occasion.
So anyway, if you guys subscribe, or if you see a copy at your local bookstore, keep an eye out for us.