Everything new was old again as S. expressed such a strong desire to eat at the place where B. and I ate yesterday that I simply could not say no. Wanting to mix things up a bit, I sat at the same table, in the same exact chair, and ordered the avocado sandwich, but as a melt. Instead of mozzarella, it comes hot and with provolone. Provolone, I recently learned, is just old mozzarella! A classification professor of mine once told me that if you can’t diagram it, you can’t think it, and that’s sort of how I felt about my time warp of a lunch date. Apart from all that, that was about as spot-on a building bridges, making linkages lunch as I have had in my professional life so far. I left the table having nodded and said yes yes I know exactly what you mean! so many times I lost count. S. has me looking awfully forward to the fall.