I met a friend, Marc, for dinner tonight. He, like me, had come to Florida (from Ann Arbor) to see an ill relative. We shared a bit of respite. We went to a perfect Italian resturant. Not a chain, a McItalian of Adult Casual Dining, nor a tres chic place with tiny portions of too many ingredients. But not a "B" level place either. Rather real people really cooking. I had Osso Buco, braised lamb shanks with risotto, sort of Italian pot roast. Rich. Perfect. And a beer, not wine. Very manly.
We talked about our trips to South Florida, we laughed about life, we shared a this and a that. Almost three hours passed in a comfortable breeze. Who says women have a lock on intimate friendships.