Lunch at Clarkes
And when the owner came over to present the check he was searching his mind for some distant connection and as I communicated twentysome years since we had last eaten there he asked my name.
"Friesen," I replied.
"Who's your father?" he asked and I answered, "Reuben Friesen."
"Oh Reuben, yes of course, Reuben. It was sad when he went."
Yes it was.