My visit with Mr. Tale in Detroit served as a potent reminder of the resiliency and inherent artistry of the human spirit. Oh, and we ate some tight food, too.
We were both quite sour — for reasons so different they nearly bordered on the same — so we decided to meet for a few days in Las Vegas. I joked that it would be a fiery explosion of our respective surlitudes, and that we would rise like phoenii from the bright and tawdry flames.