We don’t get together as often as we’d like.
Always a special occasion when Art Dudley visits the New York City office, this time, we chose Chez Laurence—directly across the street from us—for lunch.
John had: the salad nicoise; Elizabeth: a tuna fish sandwich; Art: the chef’s salad; me: spinach and mushroom quiche. It was either that or the panini.
One might think that lunch with John Atkinson, Art Dudley, and managing editor Elizabeth Donovan would be filled with talk of only high-end audio.
However—while we did mention audio—we also discussed politics, the media, our families, our homes, the pleasant autumn weather, the Simpsons, the art of the bow-tie, the un-art of Hamburger Helper, and, of course, music—from Bright Eyes to Sibelius.
Afterwards, I pushed Illinoise on Art. He mentioned intentions of stopping by the Times Square Virgin Megastore during his visit. I hope he decides to spend the $16.99. John came around and made me feel wonderful by saying that my entry made him want to buy Illinoise.
And that’s the greatest compliment I could have been given.
It's approaching 6pm on this Friday evening, and we've rocked far too hard for even our own good, and there's a beautiful girl calling my name, and I really want to rest my eyes and have a beer. And, so: good night.
