I am in Manhattan – a sort of Total Recall movie
scene subterranean Manhattan – and I’ve just left a business meeting
somewhere on lower Broadway. The office where we met reminded me of my first childhood basement. It had the same shiny "knotty pine" paneling. It's possible that the people at the meeting were relatives I no longer speak to. I couldn't see their faces and I don't remember their voices, but their name is Legion.
I
recall a business dinner (important) scheduled for that evening but I haven’t
confirmed it. Is it at 7 pm or 8 pm?
The light outside is alternately bright sunlight and
darkly overcast. I need to find Chez
Panisse.
I've never been there. I hunt through a series of passageways that
remind me of the Century City shopping center in Los Angeles.
I find the restaurant. They’re nice and seem gracious. Jane and I are soon seated. Why is Jane there?
We get up for a moment and find that our places have been cleared. We have nowhere to sit. We are confused and other diners are staring down hard at us.
