You’re trying to count calories, but the concierge highly recommends a delicatessen less than two blocks from the hotel. The deli’s name is “Reuben’s” and they claim to be the originator of a sandwich that bears their name. Oh, my. The menu speaks of “the original” sandwich and Reuben’s secret sauce.
Resistance is futile.
Well, the sandwich itself is stacked about as high as Art’s sandwiches (Studio City), but the bread slices are not quite as large. The sauce is lightly applied, and overall the sandwich is great. They also heap french fries on the plate as though they were feeding an entire hockey team. That was Thursday.
Still in Lubbock Tuesday on the way to Montreal and the annual AEJMC conference I mused that once again I would be away on our wedding anniversary. I thought of my bride. I was missing my family, and I was missing people in the Heritage Ward. I was more mindful of people than the task ahead.
Invading this airport reverie, the voice of Dr. Weiwu Zhang spread cheer upon the moment. It seemed we had the same itinerary. And what was more, we wound up sitting across from each other on both flights. We agreed we would share the cost of a cab from the airport to our respective hotels.
That turned out to be more wishful thinking than reality. After retrieving Dr. Zhang’s luggage, we proceeded together until the final step of customs and immigration, where an officer decided to separate the two of us. I went one way, Dr. Zhang another, and we did not meet again until the next day.
Once at the conference hotel, I began meeting old friends and colleagues, the day seemed better, and I had a some time to prepare for my paper presentation.