1 November 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I had lunch with Dave.  Christina's was too crowded so we walked down Manhattan Avenue to the little place with the unpronounceable name.  We hopped on a bus and took a stroll with coffee in our hands and talked about being crazy.

I found the guys from King Corn on 5th Avenue in Park Slope.  Curt greeted me on the lower level; half of their stuff was still in boxes.  They complained about the neighbors and the landlord; they seem constrained by the space limits of New York compared to Iowa City.