Things are surely slow out there, so it’s a perfect time to write about my great sushi dinner saga. It began with a totally crazed, albeit brilliant, housemate I had out west. I’ll call him Nelson, a professor. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent – who might read this segment.)

Nelson is a dual Ph. D. and speaks more languages than the UN. Back when, I often served as nearby comic relief for him. He, in turn, did the same for me since Nelson was as weirdly off-rocker as it comes.