I was supposed to be writing but what I did was go to “Emily’s Lebanese Deli” and had beautiful food wrapped in grape leaves. I walked by mosques and listened to the chants. I watch the boats on the Mississippi and dipped pita bread into fresh humus. I am supposed to be writing but I am going to sit in the back yard and read “Crush” by Richard Silken instead. Maybe I will order some more books. Maybe I will drink the Japanese beer I bought. The girls are gone for the weekend and tonight I am riding the train down town and I am going dancing unless of course I fall asleep on the couch.