Japanese Snacks is closing. My restaurant of at least five years has been sold to someone who will turn it into a sushi house. I'm shocked. Change is forced upon me and everything seems in flux.

Most everyone there tonight was unaware of this titanic shift in the arrangement of things, especially the cooing couple who sat groping each other one table down. I tuned them out with ear plugs and was able to enjoy the ritual of my evening meal in peace. Sweet boba tea mixed with rice and terriaki chicken, an interesting book to read, and nothing in the world to worry about.

The owner shook my hand after I was done. I congratulated him and wished him luck. This is community in the urban jungle.