Adam

It warmed my heart yesterday when I talked with a young woman. I told her she looked familiar and she replied, "I used to work at the Old Dairy with Adam." I don't know why that touched me so much. I don't have many people talk to me about Adam and many who know him may not recognize the relationship because we have different last names. I feel like he didn't let me into his life much, didn't want me coming to his events (which I did anyway), didn't bring many friends home.

It looks like Adam will graduate in May from University of Illinois at Springfield and he plans to attend the ceremony. We will go down for that, of course. I would love to eat at his restaurant, Kiku, but he probably won't want to go there when he doesn't have to work.