There’s a place about three blocks from our building on campus that serves reasonably passable cajun food. Also, they have sweet tea. And it is quiet. And you can sit at a table with Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin. Or you can dine while looking out on …
Which goes nicely with my old line about dining with whomever you are reading, or reading about. So, today, I had lunch with Ernie Pyle in Paris.
Which, hey, the wind chills in both places were the same today. But I bet Parisians didn’t get flurried on during their walks back to the office after lunch.
Ernie walked on these paths as a student almost 100 years ago now. I wonder what he’d think of what he could see here today.
Sports show the students shot tonight:
