Excerpts from the breakfast notebooks:

"2/25 Tuesday

"...Went to a new place for breakfast on Saturday. David & Barb...were up early so we'd have time before the wedding. We went to Mannings on 22nd & Como, a place Judy had mentioned. It sure looked like a bar, and it is, but along with the neon beer signs it says BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER. The place has several rooms: [illustration omitted] the front one is obviously a bar, the others more restaurant-like as you go back. Where we sat it was sort of in between -- open, yet dark wood 'sandblasted' paneling and lots of beer signs, including a really neat 'flowing water' type of a huge beer filling up some kind of downtown theater melded with the Cliff House of San Francisco.

"David was happy -- the 'everything' combo he was looking for gave you a choice of toast or pancakes instead of both. Its what I ordered, too, with an Italian sausage to boot (really more like a bratwurst). The hashbrowns were very good -- a sort of square loaf crispy on the outside, tender in the middle, like fried fish. I think Barb had french toast and David ordered scrambled eggs instead of 'over easy' for the first time in years. Every few minutes a train would roll by right outside, first one way, then another the other way. It was completely quiet and the tracks are at an angle so you could see the trains out two different perspectives at the same time.

"There weren't very many people there -- it was really nice. Pretty soon it was getting later so I hurried to eat faster and we had to get going.

"Oh, and there was a little jukebox on the wall at each table so we played an Elvis song I'd never heard. The Michael Bolton suddenly faded away and Elvis was there, coming out of our little jukebox. It reminded me of a banquet where you know everyone and suddenly you hear laughing at some other table and everyone looks and you wish you could go over and be part of it -- or at least find out what was so funny..."