I made a mental note to recommend the place to couples before I began eating.
That I might have at least created a Sermon on the Mount scene as an entrant—to cover my bases—strikes me as an adult confabulation.
A few minutes and some splashing later, I emerged from the water a full-fledged Jew — one of those big life moments that felt.
Peter said that his house was just a few blocks away, on my way out of town, so he suggested we stop there to get some tape.