Last night, Joey and Aaron came over to the West Side and walked with us up into Columbus Avenue until we saw an outdoor table for four, set and ready for us, at the Cafe Rhonda.
We gossiped about you. And you. And you too. I don't think we left anyone out.
Alone at a table two feet from my elbow was a man sketching on the plain paper beneath his setting. I made no effort to disguise my inspection of his work. We spoke briefly about working quickly and in public. As he got up to leave, he tore off a large section of it and handed it to me, saying "that's you on the right".