Then right on schedule there is a summer afternoon downpour and we run to shelter in a tunnel in the park ...
The rain lets up, we head south out of the park ...
... admiring some soap bubbles along the way.
It's getting late so ... what to eat, what to eat.
We decide on a favorite Hunan restaurant for the usual ... a carafe of Merlot, Tricolor Sashimi, 10 ingredient Lo Mein with hot sauce on the side, Crispy Fried Duck.
For some reason, perhaps aware of the day or the many color shirt my roomie is wearing, the waitress comments 'You must be good friends.'
'It's been 50 years' he answers as we dig in.