I remember that first touch very well. It did not mean anything to her, in particular, but I was very aware of it, thank you very much!

I answered her questions as we drove, but she barely gave me time to ask any questions of my own. I told her about my family and about my sister Renee, who now lives in California and is with a wonderful woman named Anna. I even managed to mention their potbellied pig Tofu, before asked her next question. My favorite novel, as it turns out, is Anne of Green Gables, and with her chattering, she reminded me a bit of that character.

When we stopped at the little village for lunch, and I snapped pictures as we drove through main street. I am afraid that sometimes I can only really see what is around me through the lenses of my cameras. It did not matter that the village was not much to look at. I still photographed it. 

The sandwich shop was wonderful! They had the best corned beef I have had outside of New York City. I can't imagine where they order it from. I supposed I should have done as the locals, and had the fried fish sandwich, but I am addicted to Reubens, especially with lots of sauerkraut. I probably had french fries and a Coke too, but I can't remember. These days I drink Diet Coke, but I have and always will be a Coke man. What, that did not sound right. Strike it from the record.

The interior of the sandwich shop was little more than a white counter, four white walls and white tables. There were poorly photographed pictures of food on the walls, a list of lunch specials, and men with weight problems grilling up the orders. It was, in truth, like every other little sandwich shop I have ever seen, until I tasted the food.

As she ate, I managed to ask about her family, and almost invite myself to meet them, all in the name of research of course. I also could not help looking at her, when she was not looking. It seems there was a lot of that going on that second day.