I'm a week too early, so I thank Sika and continue my strut, bound for the crib. The song playing in my head creates landscapes that nurture summer daydreams.
Every rhythmic step triggers a thought.
I'm feeling great as I strut, like I need to go to the gym, get in shape for the coming adventure. It's true what they say about newlyweds gaining a few extra pounds in their first couple of years together. I think of my wife's honest smile and her plans to treat us to some camping and dune buggy racing in Pismo Beach. My strut slows as I imagine hot juices and Haagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream dribbling down my chin from the most incredible blackberry cobbler ever created at Cynthia's on 3rd, near La Cienega. Snapping out of it, I continue strutting, wondering whether Manhattan Wonton will ever reopen at its supposed new location.