Meet You At The Pass...

There was a period of time when Bob had an apartment in Manhattan and we lived within walking distance. We used to go out to dinner nearly every Friday night. After he moved to Brooklyn, and as we both got older, we didn’t get together quite so often, but we did from time to time. Here is a photo of Bob at the Khyber Pass, on St. Mark’s Place, possibly New York’s oldest Afghan restaurant. It was taken around 2009.